You got men who can't hold peace and women who can't control their tongues. The rich seduce the poor, and the old seduce the young.

You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face. We've done nothing to each other that time will not erase.

You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.

My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.

May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong, may you stay forever young.

How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?

I've been sitting down studying the Art of Love. I think it will fit me like a glove.