Nine and nine makes fourteen, four and four makes nine. The clock is striking thirteen, I think I've lost my mind.
My movements, ma'am, are all leg movements. I don't do nothing with my body.
Whatever it is, go back and do it again.
I wouldn't call girls a hobby. It's a pastime.
Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you.
Then came Act II, you seemed to change and acted strange, and why I'll never know.