I’ve got to do something about the way I look. I mean a girl just can’t go to Sing Sing with a green face.
Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away.
But it's customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.
I do not accept drinks from disapproving gentlemen.
Certain shades of limelight wreck a girl's complexion.
If I could find a real life place to make me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.