What Is Love But A Prelude To

Tomorrow, I Might Be In A Different Mood And You Wouldn't Recognize My Voice.

The Worst Thing About That Kind Of Prejudice... Is That While You Feel Hurt And Angry And All The Rest Of It, It Feeds You Self-doubt. You Start Thinking, Perhaps I Am Not Good Enough.

You Don't Have To Live Next To Me / Just Give Me My Equality.

I Look Forward To Doing My Own Show, Not Someone Else's. That's Always Been My Dream.

My Love Is Like The Wind And Wild Is The Wind. Give Me More Than One Caress, Satisfy My Hungriness. Let The Wind Blow Through Your Heart For Wild Is The Wind.