I'll build myself a mansion to shield me from the rains, To guard me from their cruel words and all their worldly pains; I'll build it out of loneliness, I'll build it out of sorrow;

Just 'who you know' to open doors - - - It's a Face-fit' thing, you see.

No one denies the beauty of the rose, and yet its thorns are there for all to see. In scarlet fields another flower grows. Its make-up is more deadly by degree.

A bit of fun at my son's expense.

Madame Karnak says, I have spoken, Your fate is sealed.

Was it worth it? That’s what they’ll think. That’s what I’m thinking now, lying here in my own blood.

She stepped out of the door And shouted at a man in a suit, Thrust a plastic bag into his hand To clear up after his dog, But he just shrugged and walked off. In the park she had to ask