I Could Have Danced All

Back Home Everyone Said I Didn't Have Any Talent. They Might Be Saying The Same Thing Over Here, But It Sounds Better In French.

Lots Of Cosy Sky That God And I Can Share. I Need Air. I Need Air.

Youth Has Many Glories, But Judgement Is Not One Of Them, And No Amount Of Electronic Amplification Can Turn A Belch Into An Aria.

For A Painter, The Mecca Of The World For Study, For Inspiration, And For Living Is Here On This Star Called Paris. Just Look At It. No Wonder So Many Artists Have Come Here And Called It Home. Brother, If You Can't Paint In Paris, You'd Better Give Up And Marry The Boss's Daughter.

You Write A Hit The Same Way You Write A Flop.