I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.