Sir, If You Were My

From The American Newspapers You'd Think America Was Populated Solely By Naked Women And Cinema Stars.

Drink Promises You Everything, But Gives Nothing.

My Vigour, Vitality, And Cheek Repel Me. I Am The Kind Of Woman I Would Run From.

Anyone's Blood Can Become Blue For A Lump Sum Down.

Years Ago, I Thought Old Age Would Be Dreadful, Because I Should Not Be Able To Do Things I Would Want To Do. Now I Find There Is Nothing I Want To Do After All