You Better Get Busy Living, Because Dying's

Deplorable, A Rancid Smelling Aphrodisiac . . . It Fosters Almost Totally Negative And Destructive Reactions In Young People.

The Cigarettes You Light One After Another Won’t Help You Forget Her.

You Are The Promised Kiss Of Springtime That Makes The Lonely Winter Seem Long. You Are The Breathless Hush Of Evening That Trembles On The Brink Of A Lovely Song.

Fly Me To The Moon, Let Me Play Among The Stars.

You May Be A Puzzle, But I Like The Way The Parts Fit.