I Love Getting My Feet Massaged.

I Just Kick Off My Shoes, Walk Around Barefoot, I Don't Care If My Feet Get Dirty.

When I Try To Describe How I Feel When You Hold Me, I Get Butterflies, I Hear Lullabies, It's Hard To Explain -- Like The Scent Of A Rose Or The Sound Of The Rain. It's Too Precious And Too Wonderful To Give It A Name.

I Enjoy Real People, Down-to-earth People Who Are True To Themselves And Honest To Your Face - Good Or Bad.

I Think You Can Really Gauge My State Of Mind By Listening To My Albums.

When You're Seventeen Years Old, Green And Inexperienced, You're Grateful For Any Guidance And Direction You Can Get.