The Whole World May Not Understand Me,

I Wanted To Be A Skinny Little Ballerina But I Was A Voluptuous Little Italian Girl Whose Dad Had Meatballs On The Table Every Night.

I Want The Deepest, Darkest, Sickest Parts Of You That You Are Afraid To Share With Anyone Because I Love You That Much.

I Was A Strange, Loud Little Kid Who Could Sit At The Piano And Kill A Beethoven Piece.

Where I Come From It Was Really Unheard Of To Be At A Party And Someone Says, 'what Kind Of Music Do You Make?', And You Say, 'pop Music.' You May As Well Have 'i'm Not Cool' Stamped On Your Forehead.

I'm Very Free-spirited.