You're rarer than a can of Dandelion & BurdockAnd those other girls are just post-mix lemonade

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.

Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or CapuletsJust banging tunes and DJ setsAnd dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtinessI Bet that You Look Good on the Dancefloor

You used to get it in your fishnetsNow you only get it in your nightdressDiscarded all the naughty nights for niceness......Remeber when the boys were all electric?

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.

I doubt it is your styleNot to get what you set out to acquireThe eyes are on fireYou are the unforecasted stormBrianstorm

In the end, I will have to make a choice about how to tell my story....There has to be a moment of going forward, when all the possibilities are left behind.

The more important the title the more self-important the person the greater the amount of time spent on the Eastern shuttle the more suspicious the man and the less vitality in the organization.

Many free countries have lost their liberty, and ours may lose hers; but, if she shall, be it my proudest plume, not that I was the last to desert, but that I never deserted her.

I learned a long time ago that trying to micromanage the perfect vacation is always a disaster. That leads to terrible times.

My perspective is that you should be IN the world, but not OF the world.

It's a shame, she had me convinced that she could've been a dime. I guess I lost another one to the wintertime.

I try not to go crazy, but yes, I pay attention to what I eat

There are occasions when the simplest and fewest words surpass in effect all the wealth of rhetorical amplification.

In no instance have... the churches been guardians of the liberties of the people.

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