If I Said I Was Madly In

I'm Tired Of Saying, "how Wonderful You Are!" To Fool Men Who Haven't Got One-half The Sense I've Got, And I'm Tired Of Pretending I Don't Know Anything, So Men Can Tell Me Things And Feel Important While They're Doing It.

I Loved Something I Made Up

No, My Dear, I'm Not In Love With You, No More Than You Are With Me, And If I Were, You Would Be The Last Person I'd Ever Tell. God Help The Man Who Ever Really Loves You. You'd Break His Heart, My Darling, Cruel, Destructive Little Cat Who Is So Careless And Confident She Doesn't Even Trouble To Sheathe Her Claws.

All Really Nice Girls Wonder When Men Don't Try To Kiss Them. They Know They Shouldn't Want Them To And They Know They Must Act Insulted If They Do, But Just The Same, They Wish The Men Would Try.

Suddenly She Felt Strong And Happy. She Was Not Afraid Of The Darkness Or The Fog And She Knew With A Singing In Her Heart That She Would Never Fear Them Again. No Matter What Mists Might Curl Around Her In The Future, She Knew Her Refuge. She Started Briskly Up The Street Toward Home And The Blocks Seemed Very Long. Far, Far Too Long. She Caught Up Her Skirts To Her Knees And Began To Run Lightly. But This Time She Was Not Running From Fear. She Was Running Because Rhett's Arms Were At The End Of The Street.