It’s Friday and I have to take off . . .
It truly is hard being this beautiful. And all the boys just sing the same song.
Ah, my sweet, Boris and Natasha were so right about this neighborhood it makes me want to sing . . .
I can’t wait to meet the new neighbors.
Hey, you never know, I could be the next Richard Tucker if I were Jewish, for now it’s the church choir.
I’m so glad you noticed my beauty, Peter but sing to me what you feel . . .
Ah, the beauty of the night and the beauty of you, so . . .
Please, just leave me alone. . .
Dude, if I wanted a wingman, I pick someone bigger than you, although you do sing nicely.
Walking on air is easy. Come up and try it with me.