The More There Is, The Less I

Actually, Depravity Can Be Terribly Boring If You Don't Smoke Or Drink.

This Is What You Do On Your Very First Day In Paris. You Get Yourself, Not A Drizzle, But Some Honest-to-goodness Rain, And You Find Yourself Someone Really Nice And Drive Her Through The Bois De Boulogne In A Taxi. The Rain's Very Important. That's When Paris Smells Its Sweetest. It's The Damp Chestnut Trees.

Happy Girls Are Always The Prettiest

When The Chips Are Down, You Are Alone, And Loneliness Can Be Terrifying. Fortunately, I've Always Had A Chum I Could Call. And I Love To Be Alone. It Doesn't Bother Me One Bit. I’m My Own Company.

All I Want Is A Room Somewhere, Far Away From The Cold Night Air. With One Enormous Chair; Oh Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Lots Of Choc'late For Me To Eat; Lots Of Coal Makin' Lots Of Heat. Warm Face, Warm 'ands, Warm Feet, Oh Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Oh, So Loverly Sittin' Abso-bloomin'-lutely Still! I Would Never Budge 'til Spring Crept Over My Window Sill. Someone's Head Restin' On My Knee; Warm And Tender As He Can Be, Who Takes Good Care Of Me; Oh Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Loverly, Loverly, Loverly, Loverly.