eighteen with a martyr and napoleon complex.
i'm short and to die for.
click my heels three times and wish for you.
my yellow brick road is paved with gold and your eyes are my emerald city.
i need courage and your heart because i've already got the brains.
i've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more.
"you sure must think a lot of yourself."
you must
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