On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people; and then I go home alone.
If I hold back, I'm no good. I'm no good. I'd rather be good sometimes, than holding back all the time.
You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.
Guess what, I might be the first hippie pinup girl.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.
I'm one of those regular weird people.