Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.
I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?
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.