Since My Fried Left Me,i've Got Nothing

If You Are A Dreamer Come In

Just Me, Just Me Sweet Marie, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Maurice Mcghee). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves Louise Dupree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me (she Also Loves The Willow Tree). No She Don't, She Loves Just Me! (poor, Poor Fool, Why Can't You See She Can Love Others And Still Love Thee.)

If You're Sloppy, That's Just Fine. If You're Moody, I Won't Mind. If You're Fat, That's Fine With Me. If You're Skinny, Let It Be. If You're Bossy, That's All Right. If You're Nasty, I Won't Fight. If You're Rough, Well That's Just You. If You're Mean, That's All Right Too. Whatever You Are Is All Okay. I Don't Like You Anyway.

Anything Can Happen, Child. Anything Can Be.

I Was So Lucky That I Didn't Have Anyone To Copy, Be Impressed By. I Had Developed My Own Style, I Was Creating Before I Knew There Was A Thurber, A Benchley, A Price And A Steinberg. I Never Saw Their Work Until I Was Around Thirty.