Thank God For The Gays. I Don't

My Idea Of Superwoman Is Someone Who Scrubs Her Own Floors.

I Read Neither Good Nor Bad About Me. I Let It Not Even In My Life, So It Has No Effect On Me. I Am Very Sensitive.

I Tried To Charm The Pants Off Bob Dylan, But Everyone Will Be Disappointed To Learn That I Was Unsuccessful. I Got Close - A Couple Of Fast Feels In The Front Seat Of A Cadillac.

If Someone Were To Say Seriously, "i'm Divine," She'd Have To Be Locked Up. There Are Lots Of People In Mental Institutions Going Around Saying "i'm God." But Because I'm Funny About It, They Haven't Locked Me Up Yet. And I Don't Give Myself Airs, Either.

I Read A Comment That Made Me Think I Should Stop Singing For A While. And I Didn't Want To Stop Singing, Because It Was The Only Thing I Loved. At First I Thought, "maybe I'll Get Better And Eventually Please The Person Who Wrote About My Singing." But Then I Thought, "i Probably Will Never Please This Person. I Should Just Do What Pleases Me."