I want to be an artist, not... a celluloid aphrodisiac.
Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.
It's all make believe, isn't it?
I don't understand why people aren't a little more generous with each other.
My public is growing up just as I am. After all, I'm not 19 anymore and if I stick with the sex bit, who will be paying to see me when I'm 50?
Within crisis, are the seeds of opportunity.