It's Such A Bore Being Always Poor.

Never Look For A Worm In The Apple Of Your Eye.

The Calm, Cool Face Of The River, Asked Me For A Kiss

So Since I'm Still Here Livin', I Guess I Will Live On. I Could've Died For Love-- But For Livin' I Was Born.

Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

Beauty For Some Provides Escape, Who Gain A Happiness In Eyeing The Gorgeous Buttocks Of The Ape Or Autumn Sunsets Exquisitely Dying.