I love my songs, let's not get crazy here.

I look around me and I don’t see any rock’n’roll at the moment. Instead it’s all choreography and stylists and wigs and stuff. It’s like they’re afraid to let the music breathe. No one has their own identity like the Ronettes did back in the day. We had the skirts with the slits up the side, sort of tough, sort of Spanish Harlem cool, but sweet too. We didn’t have no dancers, we didn’t have no goddamn wigs.

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

We had the skirts with the slits up the side, sort of tough, sort of Spanish Harlem cool, but sweet too.

But, you know, the Stones were my opening act in the Sixties. I loved those British guys, the way they just stood there and shook their hair.

So don't get me wrong, I love my songs, and I still love hearing them. That's history, baby.

It doesn't pay to try, all the smart girls know why.