My Boobs Are Fake, My Hair's Fake

I Don't Judge. I'm Not God. We're Supposed To Be Less Judgmental And Accept And Be Kind And Love One Another.

Got Those Moods A Swinging, Tears A Slinging, Nothing Fits Me, When It Hits Me, Ranting, Raving, Misbehaving, Pms Blues.

I Would Never Stoop So Low As To Be Fashionable.

You Gotta Keep Trying To Find Your Niche And Trying To Fit Into Whatever Slot That's Left For You Or To Make One Of Your Own.

We Can't All Be Stars; We Can't All Be Leaders. We Are All God's Creatures, Living Life, And We Have That God Light In Us And We're Supposed To Let It Shine. And Not Everybody Wants To Be Like Me And Stick Their Neck Out To Get Up On Stage And Perform. There Are Those Like Me, But There Are Also Those That Are Of A Shyer Nature. And They're Smarter Than Most Of Us That Are Out There Showing Our Asses.