You hate me and I hate you, so at least we understand each other.
Why stay with him, he uses you just like a human punching bag?
Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.
Jogging in the park is my excuse to look at all the girls.
I am the image maker, I am the magic maker, I can turn the most ordinary man in the world into a star.
I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.