They judge me like a picture book, by the colors, like they forgot to read.

In New York I pretty much live in diners - I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.

I pretend I'm not hurt, I walk about the world like I'm having fun.

I have taken taking my music to labels for years, and everyone just thought it was creepy. They thought the images with the music were weird and verging on psychotic.

Money is the anthem, of succes, so put on your mascara and your party dress

I only know how to do me, so that's just what I'm going to do.

My baby lives in shades of blue, blue eyes and jazz and attitude.