If I Had Rubies, Riches, And Crowns,

There's Eyes Behind The Mirrors In Empty Places.

Her Profession's Her Religion, Her Sin Is Lifelessness.

If You Wanted To, It Would Be Easy To Find Some Crappy Lyrics [of Bob Dylan] From The Eighties To Undermine The Nobel Prize.

She Speaks With A Stutter And She And She Walks With A Hop. I Don't Know Why I Love Her, But I Just Can't Stop.

The Land Of Milk And Honey, They Say It Is The Land Of Money.