Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?
To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
She's a warm fart at Christmas.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.