I've been looking for a girl like you - not you, but a girl like you.
That's bad luck: three on a midget. From "At The Circus
Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.
I can't understand why you don't get any mail from me. Perhaps it's because I haven't been writing
Celebrate the cracks, because that's how the light comes in.