The Idea Of The Extreme Makeover Is

I Find The Light And Work It, Work It, Work It.

As The Saying Goes, I Want To Be The Best-looking Corpse There Is.

I Was Versace's Muse, I Was Valentino's Muse, I Was Alaia's Muse, Lancetti's Muse, Calvin Klein's, Halston's. I Could Go On And On.

The Past Explains How I Got Here, But The Future Is Up To Me -and I Love To Live Life At Full Throttle.

But You See, That's The Gilded Prison Of Fashion. We're Riding In Private Jets, And Meantime I Was So Incredibly, Painfully Sad And Lonely.