She, She (has) No Self Control.

I See Her Life Without Parole,

But She's Happier Than I Will Ever Be...

Here We Go...



She Prides Herself Without A Conscience, Or Any Regret,

Often Her Logic Is Completely Lost On Me.

Do You Mind If I Call You "tootsie Wootsie Baby" It's From A 1928 Broadway

Classical Hit Called "baby Won't You Spoon With Me"...?

Well, How Bout It Now?...