Honey, I Am The Chief Of My

The Past Is Like A Handful Of Dust. It Filters Through Your Fingers, Disappearing Little By Little. I Wish, For One Day, I Could Go Back. In Another Life I Would Do Things Differently.

I'm Like A Fatter Version Of Amy Winehouse And A Skinnier Version Of Lily Allen.

Throw Your Stick And Stones, Throw Your Bombs And Your Blows, But You're Not Gonna Break My Soul.

I Need A Man Who Tells Me The Party's Over, That It's Time To Go Home, Because [we] Have To Work In The Morning.

I'm Not Defined By Where I Came From.