I've never even been out of my BMI range. I'm 5-foot-3. If I gain five pounds, it shows.

I have a lot of memories, but I don't go into capitalizing on that. Something's got to be my own. I'm not doing the record to sit here and broadcast my memories of my father.

Anytime I was in Memphis with my dad and at the house, I was happy. That was, like, a given. It was what I lived for. And I still feel the same excitement and warmth.

I've been chased through airports with a screaming baby because the photographers are ruthless, and they want the picture.

I think I've failed every test I've ever taken. If there was a failure I would have been it.

With a lot of hair and make-up then I'm possibly, remotely attractive. But it's rare, I don't think I'm ugly but I'm nothing particularly special. I'm not a yoga and health girl. I don't exercise that much and I eat crap and smoke and bite my nails.

Being Elvis Presley's daughter is a whole lot of pressure. It's been a constant burden in my life.