I Take So Little Interest In My

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea And Bad Temper!

I Gave Him My Heart, And He Took And Pinched It To Death; And Flung It Back To Me. People Feel With Their Hearts, Ellen, And Since He Has Destroyed Mine, I Have Not Power To Feel For Him.

By This Curious Turn Of Disposition I Have Gained The Reputation Of Deliberate Heartlessness; How Undeserved, I Alone Can Appreciate.

If You Ever Looked At Me Once With What I Know Is In You, I'd Be Your Slave.