She is happy, for she knows
That her dust is very pretty

Résumé
Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp,
Acids stain you,
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful,
Nooses give,
Gas smells awful.
You might as well live.

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.

Excuse my dust.

Some men break your heart in two,
Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
And that cleans up the matter.