I Never Found Anyone Who Was Good

I Took On The Sins Of Everybody, Of A Generation, Really.

As A Little Girl I Used To Daydream About My Real Father Coming On A White Horse To Rescue Me.

They Wanted To Hear About The Sex, Of Course. But Not The Rest; No One Wanted To Hear The Rest.

We Knew We Were Talking About Spies. I Knew He Knew I Knew. I Was Digging My Own Grave.

My Mother Used To Go Out On Her Own, And I Used To Have To Keep A Look Out For My Stepfather Coming Home.