Don't Sleep Through Your Dreams.

I Can Remember Every Outfit I Wore To Every Party Going Back To 1983.

I Give You Bitter Pills, In A Sugar Coating. The Pills Are Harmless - The Poison's In The Sugar

When You Let The Wolves Guard The Hen House, There's Bound To Be A Few Chicken Dinners.

I'm Not Addicted To Drugs, I'm Addicted To Glamour.

If Letters Had Eyebrows, These Would Be Arched.