Distress at losing an object can be as much a frustration at the intellectual mystery of the disappearance as about the loss itself.
Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want.
I'd like to know how to catch a girl. I've caught frogs, I've caught snakes, earthworms.
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw, had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Now listen little pigs, I'm gonna let you off the hook if you open the door.
I've been all over this big old world, hey looking for a ring-dang-do.
Drew a mustache on your picture, threw your ring away.
I don't really know what I'm ever looking for, it's kind of like whatever happens to resonate at the time with me.
No matter what projects I'm taking on, I want to (do) things to help other people.
I'm looking for a place to be of use and benefit. And every single Democrat in this country better be thinking the exact same way. How can we help the average American worker, you know, right out there, worrying about whether that plant's going to close? Fighting for them, standing up for them. That's what the story is.
Who would ever understand me?