The Only Time The Word Baby Doesn't

When The Beer Is Gone, So Are They -- Flexing Their Cars On Up The Boulevard.

I Think Of The Chimp, The One With The Talking Hands.

I Want To Know Everything About You, So I Tell You Everything About Myself.

I Meet A Person, And In My Mind I'm Saying Three Minutes; I Give You Three Minutes To Show Me The Spark.

I Have Written Letters That Are Failures, But I Have Written Few, I Think, That Are Lies. Trying To Reach A Person Means Asking The Same Question Over And Over Again: Is This The Truth, Or Not? I Begin This Letter To You, Then, In The Western Tradition. If I Understand It, The Western Tradition Is: Put Your Cards On The Table.