First Song-This Cant Be Love

Thank you, D Kirby. Hi, Rosie. Hi, Bing. Who's gonna blast off today? You or me? Why don't you blast off? Okay, here we go. This can't be loved because I feel so well. No size, no sorrow, no size.

This can't be loved, I can know, Did they spell? My head is not in the sky, My heart does not stand still, Just hear it be, There's this too sweet to be loved This can't be loved because I feel so well.

Still I love to look in your eyes. My heart still does hear it be. According to a Look Bangasine, the average woman spends seven years of her life gazing at herself in the looking glass.

A woman spends seven years of her life casing her kiss her skin and it's got a lot of guts. Well, we're lovely to look at, you know. Well, we don't blame you, ladies, for this self-adoration binge, because we adore you, too.

A lady must check her hemline frequently, too, you realize. Bing, Oscar Wilde's niece, Dolly Wilde. Dolly? Oscar's niece was Dolly. I thought it was Debbie. No, I'm Dolly. Dolly Wilde once said that just as some people are photogenic, others are mirror-genic.

Oh, say, Dolly took after Oscar there a little bit, didn't he? She was somewhat epigrammatical, huh? What? Indeed, and her epigram is true, I think. Actorate? It is, but for those who aren't merogenic, as Miss Wilde puts it, there are special mirrors tinted in pink, which is a very flattering color for ladies.

Mm, pink will make them merogenic. Well, after all, we want the ladies to be happy as they spend that seven-year stretch studying their images in the glass. Big eyeliner, looring at all times. And here's a bit of news.