I Guess My Husband Is A Muse

I Like Butter And The People Who Like Butter.

I Remember Driving To North Carolina When I Was A Little Girl In A Snowstorm To Get Down To My Mom's Family In The Carolinas. There Were Chains On The Car - It Was The Late Sixties - And We Were Just Singing In The Car. Christmas Carols.

I Wanna Smash The Faces Of Those Beautiful Boys, Those Christian Boys.

So Close To Touching Freedom, Then I Hear The Guards Call My Name

People Assume That All Artists Make For Terrible Business People, But I'm In Complete Charge Of My Own Career.