Baby booty, juicy fruity, truck stop cutie, road side beauty, I'm in love with you.
One of my earliest memories was me singing 'Oh, What A Beautiful Mornin' at the top of my voice when I was seven. I got totally carried away. My grandmother, Sarah, was in the next room. I didn't even realise she was there. I was terribly embarrassed.
Things started to get out of control when I began reading that I was a superstar.
Knowing when to quit is probably a very important thing, but I just am not ready.
Do me wrong, do me right, tell me lies, but hold me tight.
I started being a songwriter pretending I could do it, and it turned out I could.