Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.
The female sex has no greater fan than I, and I have the bills to prove it.
Back home everyone said I didn't have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in French.
You write a hit the same way you write a flop.
England still will be here without you.
Men die but an idea does not.