I Look At My Hands And Go,

Now That I'm In My 40s, It's Much Easier To Be An Artist. It's Good Knowing That I'm Not In The Game To Be Competing With Really Young Groups Of Kids On The Radio. Or To, You Know, Make 'beat' Music.

Where I Fit In Is Confusing To Me.

I Am Sweet, I Am Ugly, I Am Mean If You Love Me. I'll Try Hard Just To Please You, When I Say I Don't Need You.

Then When I Cut My Hair Short, My Career Tanked For About Four Years!

My Yesterdays Are All Boxed Up And Neatly Put Away.