I Leave My Character Behind

There 's Nothing Like Being Used To A Thing.

Our Memories Are Independent Of Our Wills.

Here 's To The Maiden Of Bashful Fifteen; Here 's To The Widow Of Fifty; Here 's To The Flaunting, Extravagant Queen, And Here 's To The Housewife That 's Thrifty! Let The Toast Pass; Drink To The Lass; I 'll Warrant She 'll Prove An Excuse For The Glass.

I'm Called Away By Particular Business - But I Leave My Character Behind Me

Nay, But Jack, Such Eyes! Such Eyes! So Innocently Wild! So Bashfully Irresolute! Not A Glance But Speaks And Kindles Some Thought Of Love! Then, Jack, Her Cheeks! Her Cheeks, Jack! So Deeply Blushing At The Insinuations Of Her Tell-tale Eyes! Then, Jack, Her Lips! O, Jack, Lips Smiling At Their Own Discretion! And, If Not Smiling, More Sweetly Pouting - More Lovely In Sullenness! Then, Jack, Her Neck! O, Jack, Jack!