My Husband Had An Education. He Had

I See Bodies As Individual Things.

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.

I'm Not A Kiss-and-teller. I Never Named Names.

And The Seasons They Go 'round And 'round And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind From Where We Came And Go Round And Round And Round In The Circle Game.

Everybody's Saying Hell's The Hippest Way To Go. Well, I Don't Think So, But I'm Gonna Take A Look Around It Though.