Everybody Worships Me, It's Nauseating.

There Isn't A Particle Of You That I Don't Know, Remember, And Want.

I Don't Think Pornography Is Harmful, But It Is Terribly, Terribly Boring.

How About Slipping Out Of Those Wet Things And Into A Dry Martini?

But Why, Oh Why, Do The Wrong People Travel, When The Right People Stay At Home?

For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies The Fuel For Flaming Youth.