I've become a pretty tough cookie after having a divorce. I think that I've persevered through a lot of talk.

I loved everything about marriage. I loved having a companion to wake up with and have barbecues with. But things happen and people grow apart.

I collect lucky pennies that I find on the ground. I keep them in a Ziploc bag.

Ah swear, ah will croak if she asks me for a pair of Nikes instead of Christian Louboutins!

I don't even have a type! I don't have a physical type. I have an emotional type.

When I signed a record deal, I was always told by execs I needed to be like everybody else, that I had to show my midriff, things that would take away from who I want to be as an artist.

There is only one, believe it or not. I did get knocked up by a baller. A big football player.