You could be somewhere where the mail was delayed three weeks and do just fine investing.
You could be married and bored or single and lonely. Ain't no happiness nowhere.
You could be jealous of a girl who's not as pretty as you, but you just have that feeling that she's going to take your dude, and you might be right. Or you might be jealous of somebody who's not as good at their job as you, but you have this feeling that she's got that something extra that's going to help her move ahead. Whatever it is, you might have that weird feeling, and you might be right.
You could be in the gutter and fall in love with someone, and you feel great. That's my honest opinion. I've witnessed both sides of that fence and being in love is where it's at.
You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.
You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.
You could be going to have supper with someone who happens to be male, and all of a sudden he is your boyfriend of nine months... and I am cheating on my existing boyfriend.
You could be doing a million butt lifts, but your butt is not going to get any bigger because there is nothing to build on. Your body needs food to make that happen.
You could be as vulgar as you want, as long as three tiny spots were covered.
You could be anyone if you put the time.
You could be an 18-year-old girl in Tokyo wondering how you could ever break into fashion or beauty, so you follow your favourite designer or editor, see what their day comprises, where they go, who they meet, how they do it... If I were setting up my own label today, I would definitely do it through Instagram.
You could be a woman in Alabama who's a conservative Christian, or you could be a total crunchy-granola woman in Seattle and 20 years old, and both of you would watch Oprah.
You could be a victim, you could be a hero, you could be a villain, or you could be a fugitive. But you could not just stand by. If you were in Europe between 1933 and 1945, you had to be something.
You could be a senior senator and have never managed more than a hundred people in your life.
You could be a music prodigy at age 4, like Mozart, but you can't be a writing prodigy.
You could be a locavore in Florida or southern California. But I tried that. It was really limiting.
You could be a kid for as long as you want when you play baseball.
You could be a hunter of success or a warrior of failure -- the choice is yours.
You could be a Green Beret and a kid could jump out from behind a building and hit you with a rock. No matter how tough you become in the military, there's a way to die: there's nothing safe about it.