Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And she left me At the altar.
Maybe it's the same thing.
Oh, well-- Well, bravo!
All right, uh...
So, uh, what's the topic?
Hey, hey. What are you doing Wednesday night?
Palms sweating, Your throat dry.
Oh, come on. You don't mean to tell me
Oh, i wouldn't mind, uh, Looking after your kids For you, carla.
That you've Had a fling with?
What was that?
Yes, and i was run over In both directions.
Life is short.
In that insipid Accordion design?
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. W-w-wait, wait, wait.
A syllable filled With our overwhelming passion.
* Wouldn't you like To get away? *
You said you'd never Lived with anyone But me!
Like a bug Flying around In a room.
Don't blame yourself.