They Took All The Trees And Put

Do You Want - Do You Want - Do You Want To Dance With Me Baby?

Bows And Flows Of Angel Hair And Ice Cream Castles In The Air And Feather Canyons Everywhere, I've Looked At Clouds That Way.

I Lost My Daughter At 21. I Had To Give Her Up Because I Was Broke, No Place To Take Her, No Money To Take Her. That Was Very Traumatic.

Augustine, Anne Sexton And Sylvia Plath Are Confessional Writers And All Three Make Me Sick. I Have Nothing In Common With Them.

I Never Really Wanted To Be A Star. I Didn't Like Entering A Room With All Eyes On Me. I Still Don't Really Like The Attention Of A Birthday Party.