When Clark Gable Died, I Cried For

I'm Sin, But I'm Not The Devil.

I Could Have Loved You Once And Said It But Then You Went Away And When You Came Back Love Was A Forgotten Word, Remember?

You Might As Well Make Yourself Fly As To Make Yourself Love.

Some Of My Foster Families Used To Send Me To The Movies To Get Me Out Of The House And There I'd Sit All Day And Way Into The Night. Up In Front, There With The Screen So Big, A Little Kid All Alone, And I Loved It. I Loved Anything That Moved Up There And I Didn't Miss Anything That Happened And There Was No Popcorn Either.

This Industry Should Behave Like A Mother Whose Child Has Just Run Out In Front Of A Car. But Instead Of Clasping The Child To Them, They Start Punishing The Child. Like You Don't Dare Get A Cold. How Dare You Get A Cold! I Mean, The Executives Can Get Colds And Stay Home Forever And Phone It In, But How Dare You, The Actor, Get A Cold Or A Virus. You Know, No One Feels Worse Than The One Who's Sick. I Sometimes Wish, Gee, I Wish They Had To Act A Comedy With A Temperature And A Virus Infection.