I don't give a damn if I go to hell.
I know there's a lot of competition in the world of magazines and newspapers and we have to make headlines and be sensational and sell, and saying bad things about me is going to sell more papers than writing good things about me.
Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free.
If I'm smart then I'll run away, but I'm not so I guess I'll stay
I refuse to live a conventional life.
When my world seems to crumble all around, and foolish people try to bring me down, I just think of your smile face, and I'm flying.