Pity Is Easy, But It Is Difficult

I'm The Mirror To Your Mood, You Hate Me And I Hate You.

End Up Blowing All Of His Wages For The Week, All For A Cuddle And A Peck On The Cheek.

He Thinks He Is A Flower To Be Looked At And When He Pulls His Frilly Nylon Pants Right Up Tight He Feels A Dedicated Follower Of Fashion. When A Waiter At Buckingham Palace Spilled Soup On Her Dress: Never Darken My Dior Again!

Life Had Become A Reproduction: It Was Not The Real Thing.

She Can't See Me Staring At Her Cause I'm Always Wearing Shades.