What's the matter Jaimy? Ain't-cha never seen a girl before? -Jacky Faber

A girl what's born for hangin' ain't likely to be drowned.

I fear that I am losing my mind. But really, it would not be such a precious thing to lose, as it only causes me pain.

The sun in on the harbor, love, And I wish I could remain, For I know it will be some long, long time, Before I see you again.

When in Boston, I shall be able to take you out to dinner, if not to bed. I should greatly prefer the latter, but I must accept my lot.

The pants come down. Most look shamefaced, but tha Arthur McBride is not the least bit shy about showing off his equipment, oh no, he isn't. He grins in my direction. 'Not all that impressive, boyo

I close my eyes, hoping to slip into the same dream again, but then that never happens, does it?