- Beat the blushes,wear toothpaste on your face
- Speak the writhing playlets and give us a treasure.
- Beat The crap;don’t purloin it
- She used to beat the sheets then him.Then he churned the fables on her
- Meeting a a dead horse on soul-mates stopped her reading the Guardian
- She seats fleas on her knees
- Beauty is a fading honour
- Beauty is in the thigh of the beholder,
- Beauty is awry in the beholder,
- Beauty is only thin,not deep,
- She has tea hearing sonnets
- Beef about?It’s dead cattle
- Beelzebub has devils in the sideboard,
- Been there, fun, what?
- His bees had fleas.It’s a disease.To please.
Fleas on their knees
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How my heart sings 