Don't care what people say. Don't give a damn about their laws.
Americans want beauties, not me. I’m not the Parisian bombshell they expected. Can you see me as a chorus girl? Where’s my feather up the ass? They think I’m sad, they’re dumb. I don’t connect to them
Drugs are a carnival in hell.
Money? How did I lose it? I never did lose it. I just never knew where it went.
I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.
As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.