She’s three sheets to the wind;
her actions speak louder than words.
She beats around the bush,
lets the cat out of the bag,
barks up the wrong tree,
and bites off more than she can chew.
She adds insult to injury at the
drop of a
The ball is in his court.
He takes it back to the drawing board,
cuts corners where he can,
burns the midnight oil.
He doesn’t give up the day job.
He wants the best of both worlds and it costs
and a leg.
They know it takes two to tango,
that you can kill two birds with one stone.
But there’s many a slip twixt cup and lip –
they’ll cross that bridge when they come to it.