I Think That I'm Perfect.

I Say, 'yeah, Taylor Swift.' I Think She Is A Smart, Beautiful Girl. I Think She's Making All The Right Moves. She's Got A Good Head On Her Shoulders. She's Surrounded With Wonderful People. Her Songs Are Great. She Keeps Herself Anchored. She Knows Who She Is, And She's Living And Standing By That.

My Boobs Are Fake, My Hair's Fake But What Is Real Is My Voice And My Heart.

When I Sit Back In My Rocking Chair Someday, I Want To Be Able To Say I've Done It All.

People Make Jokes About My Bosoms, Why Don't They Look Underneath The Breasts At The Heart? It's Obvious I've Got Big Ones And If People Want To Assume They're Not Mine, Then Let Them.

I Hope To Die Right In The Middle Of A Song And Right On The Stage Doing What I Love To Do. I Hope To Be About 120 When That Happens.