Somewhere Between A Friend And Acquaintance—a Frequaintance,

I Could Become A Nun Even If I Am A Non-believer. I'll Learn To Fake It Like Nick Did With Me. I Will Minister The Gospel Of Compassion And Kindness And Please, Always Use A Condom, From Famine-stricken Nations To War-torn Dead Zones. It's Possible I Might Become A Nun Who Kisses Other Nuns.

It's The Great Male Fantasy-all It Takes Is One Dance To Know That She's The One. All It Takes Is The Sound Of Her Song From The Tower, Or A Look At Her Sleeping Face. And Right Away You Know-this Is The Girl In Your Head, Sleeping Or Dancing Or Singing In Front Of You. Yes, Girls Want Princes, But Boys Want Their Princesses Just As Much.

The Only Use She Has For The Word Fun Is To Make The Word Funeral.

I'm Thinking I Would Like To Dance In The Rain With This Person. I Would Like To Lie Next To Him In The Dark And Watch Him Breathe And Watch Him Sleep And Wonder What He's Dreaming About And Not Get An Inferiority Complex If The Dreams Aren't About Me.

Life Is Funny, Baby, And That's No Joke