The One Thing A Person

I Had To Use My Wits Or Else I'd Have Been Sunk - And Nothings Going To Sink Me. Everyone Was Always Pulling At Me, Tugging At Me, As If They Wanted A Piece Of Me. It Was Always, 'do This, Do That,' And Not Just On The Job But Off, Too. God, I've Tried To Stay Intact, Whole.

The Truth Can Only Be Recalled, Never Invented.

I've Been On A Calendar, But I've Never Been On Time.

I Won't Be Satisfied Until People Want To Hear Me Sing Without Looking At Me. Of Course, That Doesn't Mean I Want Them To Stop Looking.

I Like To Feel Blonde All Over.