He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.
I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.