If I Were A Piano Player, I'd

It Was A Very Stupid Thing To Do, I'll Admit, But I Hardly Didn't Even Know I Was Doing It.

It's One Of Those Places That Are Supposed To Be Very Sophisticated And All, And The Phonies Are Coming In The Window.

And I Can't Be Running Back And Fourth Forever Between Grief And High Delight.

Don't Tell People What You Are Thinking, Or You Will Miss Them Terribly When You Are Away.

People Always Clap For The Wrong Reasons.