I Will Not Do Festivals. The Thought

I Don't Like Going To The Gym.

I Let It Fall, My Heart And As It Fell, You Rose To Claim It, It Was Dark, And I Was Sober, Until You Kissed My Lips And You Saved Me.

Even If I Did Have, You Know, A 'sports Illustrated' Body, I'd Still Wear Elegant Clothes.

My Worst Fear Is My Music Won't Connect With The Public.

I Don't Care If You're Black, White, Short, Tall, Skinny, Rich Or Poor. If You Respect Me I'll Respect You