The lips are moving
Tell me a lie. Tell me the truth. Tell me a lie. Tell me the truth. Tell me a lie...
Because they lay out in the sun so much
He gets a little cross.
You fit into his clothes.
They're the ones with stretch marks on their lips.
Cut off their lips
Turn signals
Two. Libya's to start the race, and France's to signal there's one lap to go.
I'm PC2!
A beggar has retained his integrity.