...and a girl oughtta celebrate what passes by...

It's a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grass, and I'll trip the light fandango. A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by... It's a very short road from the pinch and the punch to the paunch and the pouch and the pension. It's a very short road to the ten thousandth lunch and the belch and the grouch and the sigh. In the meanwhile, there are mouths to be kissed before mouths to be fed, and a lot in between in the meanwhile.

I miss having long hair.