Why can't a woman be more like a man?
I could have danced all night!
Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.
Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.
Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.
It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.