I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.
I'm a musician first, a food-lover second, a dirty mouth with feet, and a girl last time I checked.
I think that people who can't believe in fairies aren't worth knowing.
Anybody knows, you can conjure anything by the dark of the moon
I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?
When you don't have people in your life pushing you, can you push yourself?