What People Do Behind Closed

I Love Everybody. My Heart's Open To Everybody.

I Don't Want To Throw Rice. I Want To Throw Rocks.

I Don't Have To Keep A Diary. It Seems Like For The Last 40 Years My Life Has Been Lived In The Press, So I Can Google Any Date In My History And Find Out What I Was Doing.

Is Forever Longer Than Always?

People Make Jokes About My Bosoms, Why Don't They Look Underneath The Breasts At The Heart? It's Obvious I've Got Big Ones And If People Want To Assume They're Not Mine, Then Let Them.