My Singing Is Part Of Me, Like

I Must Work Hard To Make My Singing Above Reproach; There Must Be No Faults Which Hard Work Would Take Care Of.

As Soon As I Began To Earn What Might Be Called Fairly Large Sums, I Bought A Car And Began To Explore The Country Around New York.

I Could See Myself In A White Nurse's Uniform, Working Unnoticed For Many Years And At Last Dying, Unknown, Unmarried And Unsung.

I Just Can't Read Music.

I Know I'm Fat And I Know My Hair Is Straight, But I Can Sing.