Cause I can grab the purse and put it up here underneath my coat, and once I disappear around the aisle, I'm gone.

What happens if I walk by and snatch it and come his way, she'd never know.

Can't do it, simply cause underneath 'em is too ugly.

Civilization is hideously fragile and there's not much between us and the horrors underneath, just about a coat of varnish.

He would get punched, they would grab him by the neck and push him up against his locker. Threaten to snap his neck, and just go on and on.

I don't know what I feel about wearing my furs anymore. I worked so hard to have a fur coat, and I don't want to wear it anymore because I'm so wrapped up in the animals. I have real deep thoughts about it because I care about the world and nature.