She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.

Why Nicolas Sarkozy is the head of France, [he is] warm and extremely likeable.

What kind of alchemy could create a perfume that would make a reaction to a person lukewarm, indifferent and apathetic?If such a scent could be made I'd like some.

The songs are my lexicon. I believe the songs.

They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row.

You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong

If there's an original thought out there, I could use one right now.