The Fly In Her Argument Is That

I Will Not Have Him In My Brain;there Is No Room For Anyone Else In The Cakeshop Of Agony. It's Crowded Enough In There Already.

I've Never Had Anyone Say They Love Me Before. Libby Lobes Me, That Is True, But There Is Something A Bit Menacing About The Way She Says It.

As She Left My Room I Knew I Should Shut Up. But You Know When You Should Shut Up Because You Really Should Just Shut Up...but You Keep On And On Anyway? Well, I Had That.

Through My Curtains I Can See A Big Yellow Moon. I’m Thinking Of All The People In The World Who Will Be Looking At That Same Moon. I Wonder How Many Of Them Haven’t Got Any Eyebrows?

You're Fourteen Years Old. You've Only Had That Hair For Fourteen Years And You Want To Change It Already! How Bored Are You Going To Be With It By The Time You Are Thirty? What Color Will You Be Up To By Then?