Shed some light on my uvula
Allow me to express myself through countless aches and pains
One step forward, one step back
The water is cold and I am too old for commitment
Your shipment of style arrives
Healthier than ever yet likely to get a rise out of death
Your kind is the unkind line
Up front: delightful
Down low: disturbed
Don't ring my Liberty bell at this hour
Don't bring my soul to burn so early
Everything costs money my dear
and sadly, your crop is not "cash"