I Don't Want To Die An Old

I Want To Make People Cry Even When They Don't Understand My Words.

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

I'm Sure That I've Already Been Dead.

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

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