Oh Jesus God We Did Belong To

Ever Since I Was A Child, Folks Have Thought They Had Me Pegged, Because Of The Way I Am, The Way I Talk. And They're Always Wrong.

Still, When All Is Said, Somewhere One Must Belong: Even The Soaring Falcon Returns To Its Master's Wrist.

Let's Take Everything Just As It Is.

I'm Sure Proust Was A Big Bore.

Oh, I Adore To Cook. It Makes Me Feel So Mindless In A Worthwhile Way.