A girl in the convertible is worth five in the phone book.
Kiss and make up-but too much makeup has ruined many a kiss.
Tira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .
Hiring someone to write your autobiography is like hiring someone to take a bath for you
I've been in more laps than a napkin.
I'm single because I was born that way.