Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
I'm drinking champagne, got the head phones up high, can't numb you out.
I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.
Not to dismiss Gershwin, but Gershwin is the chip; Ellington was the block.
I didn't think I had much of a following in the South. I thought I was anonymous down there so I kept to the South. But I found in certain pockets that I was quite recognizable and I just hit a wig store.