I Believe That Tomorrow Is Another Day

...perhaps That Is What Ultimately Unites Us As A World: The Fact That, No Matter How Prosperous A Nation, How Developed, All Share The Plight And Embarrassment Of Having So Many Suffering Children. We Are United By Our Neglect, Our Abuse, Our Absence Of Love. Have We Forgotten About The Children, And Thus Forsaken The Next Generation?

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 Think Sex Is Overrated. I Don't Have Sex Appeal And I Know It. As A Matter Of Fact, I Think I'm Rather Funny Looking. My Teeth Are Funny, For One Thing, And I Have None Of The Attributes Usually Required For A Movie Queen, Including The Shapeliness.

I Probably Hold The Distinction Of Being One Movie Star Who, By All Laws Of Logic, Should Never Have Made It. At Each Stage Of My Career, I Lacked The Experience.

I Don't Need A Bedroom To Prove My Womanliness. I Can Convey Just As Much Sex Appeal Picking Apples Off A Tree Or Standing In The Rain.