If You Own A Rug You Own

It Was A Rainy Night. It Was The Myth Of The Rainy Night.

I Want To Marry A [guy], So I Can Rest My Soul With [him] Till We Both Get Old. This Can't Go On All The Time-- All This Franticness And Jumping Around. We've Got To Go Someplace, Find Something.

Swinging On Delicate Hinges The Autumn Leaf Almost Off The Stem.

Go Moan For Man. It's The Pathos Of People That Gets Us Down, All The Lovers In This Dream.

I Suddenly Began To Realize That Everybody In America Is A Natural-born Thief.