My Life Really Has Been One Long

She Stopped The Show - But Then The Show Wasn't Traveling Very Fast.

Everybody Worships Me, It's Nauseating.

An Infant Prodigy Of Nine Is Shoved Upon The Stage In White. She Starts Off In A Dismal Whine About A Dark And Stormy Night, A Burglar, Whose Heart Is True, Despite His Wicked-looking Face, Who Puts The Little Child In Doom, To Save Her Mamma's Jewel Case. This May Bring Tears To Every Eye; It Does Not Set My Heart On Fire. I'd Like To Stand Serenely By And Watch That Horrid Child Expire.

Why Do I Drink Champagne For Breakfast? Doesn't Everyone?

Television Is For Appearing On, Not Looking At.