I'm Obsessively Opposed To The Typical.

Just Remember: I Love You, And Love Yourselves. 'cause, Little Monsters, You Were Born That Way Baby.

I'm Beautiful In My Way 'cause God Makes No Mistakes. I'm On The Right Track Baby, I Was Born This Way.

In The Deepest Hour Of The Night I Confess To Myself Three Things; I Would Die If I Was Forbidden To Write, Forbidden To Love, Or Forbidden To Fashion....love Each Other, And Celebrate The Art And Lifestyle Of Music.

Tonight Love And Hate Met In St. Louis. And Love Outnumbered The Hate, In Poetic Thousands. Hate Left. But Love Stayed. + Together, We Sang.

Money Is Completely Boring To Me. It Means Nothing, Except It Feeds My Art. Every Penny I Make Goes Back Into The Haus Of Gaga. My Haus Of Gaga Is Something Like Andy Warhol's Factory.