After Thirty, A Body Has

I'd Make A Wonderful Lady Macbeth. I'll Wear A Pair Of Platform Shoes Or Something.

Some Say Love, It Is A Razor That Leaves Your Soul To Bleed.

If Somebody Makes Me Laugh, I’m His Slave For Life.

Sold My Soul. Bought These Devil Chains.

When It's Three O'clock In New York, It's Still 1938 In London.