The Day Before My 16th Birthday I

I Can Be. I Do Not Normally Try To Be. In Fact, There Have Been Some Reviews - Which I've Loved - That Said I Didn't Try To Sell My Show On Sex, That I Sang My Show. On The Other Hand, I Know I'm Cute. I Can Dance. I Don't Have A Bad Figure. I Know Exactly What I Am. I'm Certainly No Great Beauty. I Know Exactly How Far I Can Go.

If You Can Find A Passion At A Young Age, Somewhere Between Fifteen And Thirty, If You Can Find That Passion, I Can Pretty Much Guarantee You That You Can Be Sixty-five And Still Love That Passion And Still Have A Reason To Dance Out Of Bed And Down The Hall Every Morning.

I Remember Once Prince Dropped By To See Me When I Was In Minneapolis And I Was Sick, With A Bag Of Cough Drops And A Spoon Of Cough Medicine. I Said To Him, "hey, Can I Have Another Spoon Of That? It's Just Over The Counter," And He'd Go, "no, I Didn't Come Here To Start Up New Drug Addictions For You." And I Was Like, "c'mon, Give Me That Bottle!" He Was Very Watchful Over Me.

The Loneliness Of A One Night Stand Is Hard To Take.

I Had Botox And I Hated It. For Four Long Months, I Looked Like A Different Person.