Lots Of Cosy Sky That

Why Can't A Woman Be More Like A Man? Men Are So Honest, So Thoroughly Square; Eternally Noble, Historically Fair; Who, When You Win, Will Always Give Your Back A Pat. Why Can't A Woman Be Like That?

A Schedule So Tight That It Would Only Work If I Didn't Sleep On Monday Nights.

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

The Winter Is Forbidden Till December, And Exits March The Second On The Dot. By Order Summer Lingers Through September In Camelot.

Men Die But An Idea Does Not.