Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn’t make me Madonna. Never will.

Get in loser, we’re going shopping.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?

To put it in a nutshell- a one woman man who doesn’t want no other.

Hey, maybe I’ll dye my hair- maybe I’ll move somewhere.

No, David. Nobody’s happy in a poodle skirt and a sweater set.

When you’re a skinny child of fourteen, wired with braces from ear to ear, you doubt that you will ever be appealing.

You think I’m pretty without any make-up on.

Twice I took the name of the Lord in vain, once I slept with the brother of my fiancee, and once I bounced a check at the liquor store, but that was really an accident.

There were thirteen men and me, the only gal around.