I Live Like A Monk:

I Live Like A Monk: With One Toothbrush, One Cake Of Soap, And A Pot Of Cream.

I Was Always Sad As A Child, For As Long As I Can Think Back. I Hated Crowds Of People, And Used To Sit In A Corner By Myself, Just Thinking.

I Have Made Enough Faces.

Why Should You Care For A Woman Like Me? I'm Always Nervous Or Sick, Or Sad Or Too Gay.

The Story Of My Life Is About Back Entrances, Side Doors, Secret Elevators And Other Ways Of Getting In And Out Of Places So That People Won't Bother Me.