Jew Me, Sue Me, Everybody Do Me.

I Think Secretly And Privately There Is A Destiny For Me And Just For Me To Stay On That Track And Follow It. I Really Believe And Feel I Am Here For A Reason And That's My Job, You Know, To Perform For The People And If They Accept It That I Am Rewarded.

Once At A Record Store In San Francisco, Over A Thousand Kids Showed Up. They Pushed Forward And Broke A Window. A Big Piece Of Glass Fell On Top Of This Girl. And The Girl's Throat Was Slit. She Just Got Slit. And I Remember There Was Blood Everywhere. Oh God, So Much Blood. And She Grabbed Her Throat And Was Bleeding And Everyone Just Ignored Her. Why? Because I Was There And They Wanted To Grab At Me And Get My Autograph. I Wonder Whatever Happened To That Girl.

I Love Realism. I Don't Like Plastics. Deep Down Inside We're All The Same.

I Do Believe Deeply In Perfection. I'm Never Satisfied.

Grinning, Ducking My Head For Balance, I Start To Spin Wildly As I Can. That Is My Favorite Dance, Because It Contains A Secret. The Faster I Twirl, The More I Am Still Inside. My Dance Is All Motion Without, All Silence Within. As Much As I Love To Make Music, It's The Unheard Music That Never Dies. And Silence Is My Real Dance, Though It Never Moves. It Stands Aside, My Choreographer Of Grace, And Blesses Each Finger And Toe.