I Thought I Was Making Fifty Dollars

When I'm Old And Gray, I Want To Have A House By The Sea. And Paint. With A Lot Of Wonderful Chums, Good Music, And Booze Around. And A Damn Good Kitchen To Cook In.

Our Phone Bills Were Astronomical, And When I Found The Letters Frank Wrote Me The Other Day, The Total Could Fill A Suitcase. Every Single Day During Our Relationship, No Matter Where In The World I Was, I'd Get A Telegram From Frank Saying He Loved Me And Missed Me. He Was A Man Who Was Deseperate For Companionship And Love. Can You Wonder That He Always Had Mine!

Sing Me Not A Song; Let Me Hear Your Recital Of Veneration And Respect; This I Will Listen To Over And Over When I Share Your Need Of Pleasing.

I Want To Remember It All, The Good Times And The Bad Times, The Late Nights, The Boozing, The Dancing Into Dawns, And All The Great And Not-so-great People I Met And Loved In Those Years.

Elizabeth Taylor Is Not Beautiful, She Is Pretty—i Was Beautiful.