She'd Hit Me Before But Never Over

I Knew I Couldn't Solve It. Because I Couldn't Figure Out What Made Her Drink When Things Were Going Well.

She Got The Magazine On A Wednesday Morning, And On Thursday Announced Our Marriage Was Over.

She Just Kept Hitting Me In The Head With Her Fists, Over, And Over And Over.

If I Wanted To Be Famous, I Could Have Been Famous Before.

I Never Had Migraines. Never Had Migraines.