I Can Die Now. I've Lived Twice.

People Say That I Could Sing The Phone Book And Make It Sound Good.

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

My Conservatory Is In The Streets. My Intelligence Is Instinct.

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.