A chilly reception doesn’t cool one off on a hot day.
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Men fight with their fists, women with their tears.
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When spinsterhood is bliss, ’tis folly to be wives.
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We will now sing that touching little ballad, entitled, “Girls, don’t put make-up on your eyes, I’ll blacken ’em for you,” by the writers of “Naughty Nellie.”
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First I gave her peaches,
Then I gave her pears