They do respect her but, they love to watch her strut.

Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall? When you realize, you just can't have it all.

She had been born with a face that would let her get away, he saw that face and he lost all control.

My management tells me, Don't be optimistic, because it's the young people's world now. They want to hear what they want to hear, and you're a classic rocker. I don't know if you're gonna get the play.

Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.

The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.

It was 22 years of work in a row, right up until 1987. Twenty-two years in a row-either on tour, writing an album, or recording an album. It wasn't until 1987 that I was able to take a breath.