June is bustin' out all over.

Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?

But I'm only a cockeyed optimist.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone, you'll never walk alone.

Peace is not the product of a victory or a command. It has no finishing line, no final deadline, no fixed definition of achievement. Peace is a never-ending process, the work of many decisions.

I'm as corny as Kansas in August.

Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you? Am I making believe I see in you, a woman too perfect to be really true? Do I want you because you're wonderful, or are you wonderful because I want you? Are you the sweet invention of a lover's dream, or are you really as beautiful as you seem?