Glamour is what I sell, it's my stock in trade.

Glamour is what I sell, it's my stock in trade.

[The lover says:] How beautiful you are, now that you love me

I will never again go to Germany.

When you prostitute yourself, you have to get paid for it.

America took me into her bosom when there was no longer a country worthy of the name, but in my heart I am German--German in my soul.