I Live For Now, Not For What

I'm Into The Girls Fancying Me And Stuff, Mad For It.

My Favorite Album Would Have To Be Something From The Beatles.

I Suppose I Do Get Sad, But Not For Too Long. I Just Look In The Mirror And Go, 'what A F***ing Good-looking F*** You Are.' And Then I Brighten Up.

Discipline? I Don't Know The Meaning Of The Word.

I Find It Hard To Express Myself When Writing From The F - - - Heart Or The A - , Or Wherever. It's Just Like Anything, It's (easier) When You Get Used To It, But I've Not Done It. I Was Just A Singer In A Band.