I lucked out when I started to sing. I'd already experienced failing at everything else.
I can't judge the way other people behave. I can only look at myself.
Secrets stolen from deep inside....the drum beats out of time
When I sing I have a lot of visions. Like what's happening now in my life.
My torso is short, but my arms are really long and gangly and my legs and my neck, and my feet and hands are really long, and I look like a duck.
What, do you think that feminism means you hate men?