My Derring-do Allows Me To

One Of My Friends Said To Me, "oh Yeah, Of Course You Aren't Writing." So I Was Like, "the Next Time You See Me, I'm Gonna Have A New Song." I Wrote "criminal" In 45 Minutes When Everyone Else Went To Lunch Because I Had To Have A Hit. I Can Force Myself To Do The Work, But Only If Someone Is Right Up Behind Me.

We Are Like A Wishing Well And A Bolt Of Electricity

Men Are My Bread And Butter. It's What I Live For! I Have No Shame About That.

Though Dreams Can Be Deceiving; Like Faces Are To Hearts, They Serve For Sweet Relieving, When Fantasy And Reality Lie Too Far Apart.

How Can I Ask Anyone To Love Me When All I Do Is Beg To Be Left Alone?