Church on time, makes me party.

I ask for so little.Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave

I'm quite certain that the audience that I've got for my stuff don't listen to the lyrics.

I find it easier to write in these little vignettes; if I try to get any more heavy, I find myself out of my league.

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress. Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess. Rebel, rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so.

Illusion I will be, for I've never been a sinner.

Funk, I don't think I have anything to do with funk. I've never considered myself funky.