“Wouldn't that put a twist in your toga?”

“Oh wouldn't that twist your twat if that turned out to be true!”

“If I just open this window a bit, that man might put his fingerup your bum. Wouldn't that be nice for you?”

“Okay, let's put this another way―if what you're about to say wouldn't look good permanently engraved on your tombstone, bite your tongue.”

“i wouldn't dare to put a pinpoint between a woman's yes and no.there wouldn't be room”

“I'll be your mirrorReflect what you areIn case you don't knowI'll be the sunThe wind and the rainThe light on your doorTo show that you're home.When you think the nights is in your mind,That inside you're twisted and unkindLet me stand to show that you are blindPlease put down your hands, 'cause I see you.I find it hardTo believe you don't knowThe beauty you areBut if you don'tLet me be your eyesA hand to your darknessSo you won't be afraid.When you think the night is in your mind That inside you're twisted and unkindLet me stand to show that you are blindPlease put down your hands, 'cause I see you.I'll be your mirror.”