By the time I was in my early teens, we were able to move into a much more middle-class area. I had a comfortable adolescence.

Take back your picture in a frame. Take back your singing in the rain. I just hope you understand sometimes the clothes do not make the man.

I'm never going to dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm.

It was like I had a curse on me. I couldn't believe how much God was piling on. There was so much death around me.

Stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but I see nothing in his eyes. I miss my babe

It's an incredibly limited sphere those tabloids have, isn't it? Basically, they can accuse people of being gay and they can accuse people of taking drugs, but they can't get any more sensational without entering into the realm of incredibly bad taste.

I mean, it is the perfect situation to really love someone to death and to want to rip their clothes off at the same time, isn't it?