I Don't Look At Myself As A

What Good Am I? I Can't Have Kids. I Can't Cook. I've Been Divorced Three Times. Who Would Want Me?

I Am Good, But Not An Angel.

When I Was A Youngster I Lived With Different Families. I Nearly Always Felt Closer To The Man Of The House. Maybe Because I Always Dreamed Of Having A Father Of My Own.

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.

If Fame Goes By, So Long, I've Had You, Fame. If It Goes By, I've Always Known It Was Fickle. So At Least It's Something I Experience, But That's Not Where I Live.