Everybody worships me, it's nauseating.
You kissed me because you were awfully nice and I was awfully nice and we both liked kissing very much. It was inevitable.
I can't sing, but I know how to, which is quite different.
How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?
As one gets older, one discovers everything is going to be exactly the same with different hats on.
I see her as one great stampede of lips directed at the nearest derriere.