People ask me where I got my singing style. I didn't copy my style from anybody.
Ah just act the way ah feel.
I was an only child, and Mother was always right with me all my life. I used to get very angry at her when I was growing up-it's a natural thing.
I get tired of singing to the guys I beat up in motion pictures.
Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.
I feel my temperature rising. Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.