“It’s not your job to be as confused as Nigel.”

Do you wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?

Games without frontiers, war without tears.

Somebody force me to care.

Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?

I’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no.

Drunk on wine, I’m amazing.

It’s confusing these days.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now.

We talk about this whole stupid world and still come out laughing (Ha!)