Oh, Lord, Won't You Buy Me A

On Stage I Make Love To Twenty Five Thousand People; And Then I Go Home Alone.

I Can't Talk About My Singing; I'm Inside It. How Can You Describe Something You're Inside Of?

I Read, I Painted, I Didn't Hate Niggers.

After They See Me, When Their Mothers Are Feeding Them All That Cashmere Sweater And Girdle ----- [expletive Deleted By The New York Times], Maybe They'll Have A Second Thought - That They Can Be Themselves And Win.

In My Insides, It Really Hurts If Someone Doesn't Like Me. It's Silly.