All I've done all my life is disobey.
Use your faults, use your defects; then you're going to be a star.
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
I'm sure that I've already been dead.
Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth.
I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?