Money? How did I lose it? I never did lose it. I just never knew where it went.
Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for.
When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.
Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth.
People say that I could sing the phone book and make it sound good.
I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.