I Portray Myself As Wicked, Hoping I

I Had Now Made About 45 Pictures, But What Had I Become? I Knew All Too Well: A Phallic Symbol. All Over The World I Was, As A Name And Personality, Equated With Sex.

The Public Has Always Expected Me To Be A Playboy, And A Decent Chap Never Lets His Public Down.

I Want Faith; But I Am Faithless

I Like The Whisky Old An The Women Young

My Problem Lies In Reconciling My Gross Habits With My Net Income.