Listen To Her Voice, Don't Look At

I Guess What Everyone Wants More Than Anything Else Is To Be Loved. And To Know That You Loved Me For My Singing Is Too Much For Me. Forgive Me If I Don't Have All The Words. Maybe I Can Sing It And You'll Understand.

Listen To Her Voice, Don't Look At Her.

Some Kids In Italy Call Me 'mama Jazz; I Thought That Was So Cute. As Long As They Don't Call Me 'grandma Jazz.'

Once, When We Were Playing At The Apollo Theater, Holiday Was Working A Block Away At The Harlem Opera House. Some Of Us Went Over Between Shows To Catch Her, And Afterwards We Went Backstage. I Did Something Then, And I Still Don't Know If It Was The Right Thing To Do—i Asked Her For Her Autograph.

Just Don't Give Up Trying To Do What You Really Want To Do.