I Can Be Someone's And Still Be

If You Want To Marry Me, Here's What You'll Have To Do: You Must Learn How To Make A Perfect Chicken-dumpling Stew. And You Must Sew My Holey Socks, And Soothe My Troubled Mind, And Develop The Knack For Scratching My Back, And Keep My Shoes Spotlessly Shined. And While I Rest You Must Rake Up The Leaves, And When It Is Hailing And Snowing You Must Shovel The Walk...and Be Still When I Talk, And-hey-where Are You Going?

Listen To The Mustn'ts, Child. Listen To The Don'ts. Listen To The Shouldn'ts, The Impossibles, The Won'ts. Listen To The Never Haves, Then Listen Close To Me... Anything Can Happen, Child. Anything Can Be.

I Can Be Someone's And Still Be My Own.

I Would Hope That People, No Matter What Age, Would Find Something To Identify With In My Books, Pick One Up And Experience A Personal Sense Of Discovery. That's Great. But For Them, Not For Me.

Just Me, Just Me Sweet Marie, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Maurice Mcghee). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Louise Dupree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves The Willow Tree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me! (poor, Poor Fool, Why Can't You See She Can Love Others And Still Love Thee.)