My husband says I look like a Q-tip.
I'm so thankful I can write songs. I can capture all those memories in my songs and keep those memories alive.
When I have sex with my husband, I fantasize I am with a petite, hot young woman.
I do have a lot of gays in my family now, but some will never come out.
You'll pay the highest price on back roads and in back seats and in a cheap highway motel. But what's a few more strangers in a life of nothing else.
All the fame and fortune, glory and prestige, can't make me happy if it goes against what I believe.