I Don't Want To Be On The

I Won't Let You Close Enough To Hurt Me.

I Get So Nervous On Stage I Can't Help But Talk. I Try. I Try Telling My Brain: Stop Sending Words To The Mouth. But I Get Nervous And Turn Into My Grandma. Behind The Eyes It's Pure Fear. I Find It Difficult To Believe I'm Going To Be Able To Deliver.

I Was About To Meet Beyonce, And I Had A Full-blown Anxiety Attack. Then She Popped In Looking Gorgeous, And Said, "you're Amazing! When I Listen To You I Feel Like I'm Listening To God."

I Don't Make Music For Eyes. I Make Music For Ears.

I Am Quite Loud And Bolshie. I'm A Big Personality. I Walk Into A Room, Big And Tall And Loud.