Dorothy Parker

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never read more

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Rumania

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing read more

Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.

Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion.

Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.