after ya kissed me, i always used to wipe my mouth

 She brought to mind the gallant, maniacal Mad Hopes, the obsessed Royal Family of Broadway - all of the fiercely desiring, fiercely living desperadoes, male and female, of theatre, of history, of life. She may be mad. But she is serious about it. She may be without a soul. She is not without a heart. She may make mock of lovers as dead to her as the dead yesterdays. She would never make mock of love. Nor of life. And if life or love make mock of her, she will answer back with an ironic laugh and a bawdy phrase - and tears in her heart. - Gladys Hall in Motion Picture, September 1932