I Don't Care What People Do. I

Be Kind To Me, Or Treat Me Mean I'll Make The Most Of It, I'm An Extraordinary Machine

How Can I Ask Anyone To Love Me When All I Do Is Beg To Be Left Alone?

When I Came In From Paris Recently, For Some Reason The Guy From Customs Wanted To Know What Kind Of Music I Wrote. I Was Like, "i Really Want To Please You So You Don't Keep Me Here, But I Have No Answer To That."

Hunger Hurts, But Starving Works, When It Costs Too Much To Love.

Men Are My Bread And Butter. It's What I Live For! I Have No Shame About That.