I Have A Hot Memory, But I

And For So Long, I Had Thought If I Was Going To Write A Song, Or Get "into" Something, I Had To At Least Smoke A Joint Or Something. And That Didn't Work Anymore. Once I Was Fairly Well Cleaned Out, Even A Little Bit Of A Drug Getting Into My Work Threw Me Off Kilter.

Bowie's A Real Man, And I'm A Real Woman - Just Like Catherine Deneuve.

Miami's Never Been More Than A Spit From New York.

I'm A Street Walking Cheetah With A Heart Full Of Napalm.

I Wasn't So Stupid That I Didn't Realize The Implications Of What They Were Saying. In My Live Work I Was Going For The Quick Thrill, Rather Than Spending Time Concentrating On My Voice. I Figured I'd Get On, Make As Many Quick Movement As Possible, Dance My Ass Off For Five Minutes, Move Into The Insult Portion Of The Evening, And Then, At The End, Create Some Kind Of Chaos Until The 55 Minutes Were Up.