Sometimes I Breathe You In And I

There Is An Energy That You Carry When You're Nurturing Another Life Where You're Protecting First - And Once You Know That Cub Is Out Of The Way Of The Hunter's Gun, You Can Be A Little More Daring.

I Gave Up Trying To Please Others And Started Playing For Myself, And Because I Love Music, Things Naturally Happened Then. Funny How That Works.

A Guitarist Or A Drummer Can Get A Cold And Still Play; I Get A Cold And Sound Like A Wet Mitten Trying To Sing You A Love Song. Charming.

I Don't Mind A Dirty Girl. But What I Find Tragic Is When We, As Women, Become Not The Subject Of Our Own Story But Someone Else's Object.

I Get Painted Quite A Bit As A Tragic Figure Because Of Some Of The Stuff That's Happened In My Life.