I Think The Measure Of Your Success

I've Got To Take Chances And Get Out There. What Are You Going To Do, Sit Home And Knit? I Don't Knit.

I'm Afraid To Start Plastic Surgery. And My Breasts Are So Versatile Now, I Can Wear Them Down, Up, And Side To Side.

Men Don't Make Passes At Crones With Big (rhymes With Passes).

I Think The Measure Of Your Success To A Certain Extent Will Be The Amount Of Things Written About You That Aren't True.

When Someone Is Beautiful, That Gives People An Excuse To Go Out Of Their Way To Be Mean, As If Someone Who's Beautiful Isn't Really Deep, Doesn't Really Hurt And Isn't Really A Human Being.