I Can't Go All My Life Waiting

Ser Eyes Met His, Hers Naked With Pleading, His Remote As Mountain Lakes Under Gray Skies. She Saw In Them Defeat Of Her Wild Dream, Her Mad Desires.

The South Produced Statesmen And Soldiers, Planters And Doctors, Lawyers And Poets, But Certainly Not Engineers Or Mechanics. Let The Yankees Adopt Such Low Callings.

Supposed I Don't Want To Redeem Myself? Why Should I Fight To Uphold The System That Cast Me Out? I Shall Take Pleasure In Seeing It Smashed.

I Can't Go All My Life Waiting To Catch You Between Husbands.

You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.