Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please.

People were very protective of me. Overly so. I was in the industry for a long time before I had any idea of what drugs people were doing.

Rachmaninoff made a musician out of me. His 'Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini' was the piece that sent me into raptures. It spoke to me. To me, it was a tender entreaty for the misunderstood.

There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living.

Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses

I'm a method actress in my songs, which is why it's hard to sing them.