I Believe In My Cosmetics

Oh, I Can Spot A Phoney A Mile Away.

Songwriting Is My Way Of Channeling My Feelings And My Thoughts. Not Just Mine, But The Things I See, The People I Care About. My Head Would Explode If I Didn't Get Some Of That Stuff Out.

Mine Is A Jealous Heart, Imagines Things That Never Are.

I Hope You're Never Happy With Anybody But Me, And Every Face You Look Into, I Hope You're Haunted By Me. Yes, I'm Possessive And Jealous, At Least I Speak Honestly.

I'm Like A Cartoon! I'll Look This Way When I'm Eighty. I Can See It Now, People Will Be Rolling Me Around In A Wheelchair And I'll Still Have My Big Hair, Nails, My High Heels And My Boobs Stuck Out!