I never heard it by her but,here is a couple lyrics. You got to live and let live. Still waters run deep. Ibeg your pardon.You better look beforeyou leap. Along with the sunshine you have to take a litte rain sometimes.
Heres an excerpt.. theres others but the second paragraph seems apt.Good luck.
Deborah sat down, while the Censor said in Yri: Listen, Bird-one; there are too many little tables in here. The tables have no defense against your clumsiness.
“Do you know why you are here?” the doctor said.
“Clumsiness. Clumsiness is first and then we have a list: lazy, wayward, headstrong, self-centered, fat, ugly, mean, tactless, and cruel. Also a liar. That category includes subheads: (a) False blindness, imaginary pains causing real doubling-up, untrue lapses of hearing, lying leg injuries, fake dizziness, and unproved and malicious malingerings; (b) Being a bad sport. Did I leave out unfriendliness?…Also unfriendliness.”
In the silence where the dust motes fell through the sun shaft, Deborah thought that she had perhaps spoken her true feelings for the first time. If these things were so, so be it, and she would leave this office at least having stated her tiredness and disgust at the whole dark and anguish-running world.
The doctor said simply, “Well, that seems to be quite a list. Some of these, I think, are not so, but we have a job cut out for us.”
“To make me friendly and sweet and agreeable and happy in the lies I tell.”
‘To help you to get well.”
“To shut up the complaints.”
“To end them, where they are the products of an upheaval in your feelings.”
I never heard it by her but,here is a couple lyrics. You got to live and let live. Still waters run deep. Ibeg your pardon.You better look beforeyou leap. Along with the sunshine you have to take a litte rain sometimes.
http://www.bookrags.com/notes/ros/CHR.html
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Heres an excerpt.. theres others but the second paragraph seems apt.Good luck.
Deborah sat down, while the Censor said in Yri: Listen, Bird-one; there are too many little tables in here. The tables have no defense against your clumsiness.
“Do you know why you are here?” the doctor said.
“Clumsiness. Clumsiness is first and then we have a list: lazy, wayward, headstrong, self-centered, fat, ugly, mean, tactless, and cruel. Also a liar. That category includes subheads: (a) False blindness, imaginary pains causing real doubling-up, untrue lapses of hearing, lying leg injuries, fake dizziness, and unproved and malicious malingerings; (b) Being a bad sport. Did I leave out unfriendliness?…Also unfriendliness.”
In the silence where the dust motes fell through the sun shaft, Deborah thought that she had perhaps spoken her true feelings for the first time. If these things were so, so be it, and she would leave this office at least having stated her tiredness and disgust at the whole dark and anguish-running world.
The doctor said simply, “Well, that seems to be quite a list. Some of these, I think, are not so, but we have a job cut out for us.”
“To make me friendly and sweet and agreeable and happy in the lies I tell.”
‘To help you to get well.”
“To shut up the complaints.”
“To end them, where they are the products of an upheaval in your feelings.”