'twas Not My Lips You Kissed But

When I Die I Have Visions Of Fags Singing 'over The Rainbow' And The Flag At Fire Island Being Flown At Half Mast.

Behind Every Cloud Is Another Cloud.

I've Been In Love With Audiences All My Life, And I've Tried To Please. I Hope I Did.

I Was Born At The Age Of Twelve On An Mgm Lot.

For It Was Not Into My Ear You Whispered, But Into My Heart. It Was Not My Lips You Kissed, But My Soul.