Mine Is A Jealous Heart, Imagines Things

Nobody Can Ever Make Enough Money For As Many Poor Relatives As I've Got. Somebody's Got A Sick Kid, Or Somebody Needs An Operation, Somebody Ain't Got This, Somebody Ain't Got That. Or To Give The Kids All A Car When They Graduate.

I Am A Seeker, A Poor, Sinful Creature, There Is No Weaker Than I.

I Don't Know That I'm Beautiful Or Glamorous. I'm A Pretty Artificial Looking Person. I Sure Am Flattered When People Think I'm Beautiful, But I Think I'm Leaning Towards More Cartoonish Than Beautiful. But I'm Comfortable With Who I Am. And Since I Wasn't Born As A Natural Beauty, I Just Make The Most Of What I've Got.

Is Forever Longer Than Always?

Sometimes I Start With A Great Title Or Idea, Sometimes A Great Melody Will Run Through My Mind; But The Higher Percentage Of The Time, The Words And Music Pretty Much Come At The Same Time.