Men Are Climbing To The Moon, But

At Twelve I Looked Like A Girl Of Seventeen. My Body Was Developed And Shapely. I Still Wore The Blue Dress And The Blouse The Orphanage Provided. They Made Me Look Like An Overgrown Lummox.

The Nicest Thing For Me Is Sleep, Then At Least I Can Dream.

Fame May Go By And - So Long, I've Had You.

I Want To Be An Artist, Not... A Celluloid Aphrodisiac.

Trying To Build Myself Up With The Fact That I Have Done Things Right That Were Even Good And Have Had Moments That Were Excellent But The Bad Is Heavier To Carry Around And Feel Have No Confidence.