When you get down to the nitty gritty, isn't it a pity that in this big city not one little bitty man will admit that he could have been a little wrong.
My philosophy of life is simple: I need someone to love, something to wait and do something.
I'm not trying to be sexy. It's just my way of expressing myself when I move around.
Didja ever get one of them girls who just wants to watch the show?
The child needs a helping hand or he'll grow up to be an angry young man some day.
Envy someone an' it pulls you down. Admire them and it builds you up. Which makes more sense?