Petting Is The Study Of The Anatomy

I Don't Mind Growing Old. If I Have To Go Before My Time, This Is How I'll Go-- Cigarette In One Hand, Glass Of Scotch In The Other.

So This Was Where Lust Was Satisfied. If I'd Been An Old-time Miner I'd Have Asked For My Gold Nugget Back.

Our Phone Bills Were Astronomical, And When I Found The Letters Frank Wrote Me The Other Day, The Total Could Fill A Suitcase. Every Single Day During Our Relationship, No Matter Where In The World I Was, I'd Get A Telegram From Frank Saying He Loved Me And Missed Me. He Was A Man Who Was Deseperate For Companionship And Love. Can You Wonder That He Always Had Mine!

Maybe, In The Final Analysis, They Saw Me As Something I Wasn't And I Tried To Turn Them Into Something They Could Never Be. I Loved Them All But Maybe I Never Understood Any Of Them. I Don't Think They Understood Me.

I Wish To Live To 150 Years Old, But The Day I Die, I Wish It To Be With A Cigarette In One Hand And A Glass Of Whiskey In The Other.