I feel my temperature rising. Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.
Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you.
We're the perfect combination. Colonel's an old carny, and me, I'm off the wall.
Everything is so dreamy when you are young. After you grow up it kind of becomes -- just real.
I wouldn't call girls a hobby. It's a pastime.
Blacko-oxy-tonic phosphate, it's the latest scoop. But that's alright girls, you can call it goop.