I Am A Woman Of Heart And

I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.

I'm A Fine Artist Working In A Commercial Arena, So That's My Cross To Bear

The Pirate He Will Sink You With A Kiss, He'll Steal Your Heart And Sail Away.

Land Of Snap Decisions, Land Of Short Attention Spans, Nothing Is Savored Long Enough To Really Understand.

Bows And Flows Of Angel Hair And Ice Cream Castles In The Air And Feather Canyons Everywhere, I've Looked At Clouds That Way.