Have We Forgotten About The Children, And

Taking Care Of Children Has Nothing To Do With Politics. I Think Perhaps With Time, Instead Of There Being A Politicisation Of Humanitarian Aid, There Will Be A Humanisation Of Politics.

I Believe In Kissing, Kissing A Lot.

I Speak For Those Children Who Cannot Speak For Themselves, Children Who Have Absolutely Nothing But Their Courage And Their Smiles, Their Wits And Their Dreams.

All I Want Is A Room Somewhere, Far Away From The Cold Night Air. With One Enormous Chair; Oh Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Lots Of Choc'late For Me To Eat; Lots Of Coal Makin' Lots Of Heat. Warm Face, Warm 'ands, Warm Feet, Oh Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Oh, So Loverly Sittin' Abso-bloomin'-lutely Still! I Would Never Budge 'til Spring Crept Over My Window Sill. Someone's Head Restin' On My Knee; Warm And Tender As He Can Be, Who Takes Good Care Of Me; Oh Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Loverly, Loverly, Loverly, Loverly.

I Have To Be Alone Very Often. I'd Be Quite Happy If I Spent From Saturday Night Until Monday Morning Alone In My Apartment. That's How I Refuel.