I Keep All My Poems In My

I'm The Original Hunter-down-of-fabulous-things. Twenty Years Ago I Sat Down And Decided That I Would Create A Really Wonderful Image, An Unforgettable Image. And Now I'm Kind Of Stuck With It. It's Like When I Don't Wear My Fringy, Gypsy Stuff, People Kind Of Look At Me Like, 'what's Wrong?

I Hated Chris, My Brother. I Would Pull His Hair And Kick Him, Until One Day My Father Gave Him Permission To Fight Back. I'll Be Apologizing To Him For The Rest Of My Life.

Maybe We Were Together In Another Life...in A Parallel Universe, Maybe Our Paths Are Not Supposed To Cross Twice, Maybe Your Arms Are Not Supposed To Go Around Me. I Hear About You Now & Then, I Wonder Where You Are & How You Feel. Sometimes I Walk By & I Look Up To Your Balcony, Just To Make Sure You Were Real-just To Make Sure That I Can Still Feel You...it Appears To Me That Destiny Rules.

I Will Always Play "stand Back" Anyway. And Prince Will Always He Standing Behind Me Every Time I Do.

As A Member Of Fleetwood Mac, For Two Weeks I Was Still Working At The Restaurant Because I'd Given Them Notice. I Didn't Just Want To Walk In There And Say, "'i'm Going To Be A Famous Rock Star So I Quit And I Never Liked Your Food Anyway".