Got A Little Red Line That Tells

I Wanna Smash The Faces Of Those Beautiful Boys, Those Christian Boys.

We Are All Fairies Living Underneath A Leaf Of A Lily Pad.

I Know I'm An Acquired Taste - I'm Anchovies. And Not Everybody Wants Those Hairy Little Things.

You're Only Popular With Anorexia.

When You Value Your Crew, They Look After You.