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Lust May Be In The Heart, Though It Be Not Seen By Others; As Guests May Be In The House, Though They Look Not Out At The Windows.

In This Country, Don't Forget, A Habit Is No Damn Private Hell. There's No Solitary Confinement Outside Of Jail. A Habit Is Hell For Those You Love. And In This Country It's The Worst Kind Of Hell For Those Who Love You.

When You Sing, Always Tell The Truth.

You Can Be Up To Your Boobies In White Satin, With Gardenias In Your Hair And No Sugar Cane For Miles, But You Can Still Be Working On A Plantation.

Love Is Like A Faucet, It Turns Off And On.