Don't Care What People Say. Don't Give

When He Takes Me In His Arms, And Speaks To Me Softly, I See The World Through Rose-colored Glasses.

I Wouldn't Mind At All Coming Back To Earth After My Death.

To Be Successful In My Native France, Where People Speak The Same Language And Understand Me, Is Nothing.

I Think You Have To Pay For Love With Bitter Tears.

I've Always Wanted To Sing, Just As I've Always Known That One Day I Would Have My Own Niche In The Annals Of Song. It Was A Feeling I Had.