I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm.
You've got to be taught to hate and fear.
When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad.
I'd let my golden chances pass me by.
The hills are alive with the sound of music, with songs they have sung for a thousand years.
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay, I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.