!". He said, "Don't ya tell Henry. Don't ya tell Henry. Don't ya tell Henry. Apple's got your fly" Yes, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve. I was lookin' around just to see myself. I
Henry Kissinger, how I'm missing yer. You're the doctor of my dreams. With your crinkly hair and your glassy stare. And your Machiavellian schemes All right so people say that you don't care. But
. An' tonight I am blue. I'm a thousand years old. And I'm a generous bomb. I'm t-boned and punctured. But I'm known to be calm. Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry, please. Please, missus henry
