When I Have Sex With My Husband,

I'm Not Happy All The Time, And I Wouldn't Want To Be Because That Would Make Me A Shallow Person. But I Do Try To Find The Good In Everybody.

I Make Jokes About It, But It's The Truth That I Kind Of Patterned My Look After The Town Tramp. I Didn't Know What She Was, Just This Woman Who Was Blond And Piled Her Hair Up, Wore High Heels And Tight Skirts, And, Boy, She Was The Prettiest Thing I'd Ever Seen. Momma Used To Say, "aw, She's Just Trash," And I Thought, That's What I Want To Be When I Grow Up. Trash.

I Ain't Never Far Away From A Pencil And Paper Or A Tape Recorder.

People Make Jokes About My Bosoms, Why Don't They Look Underneath The Breasts At The Heart? It's Obvious I've Got Big Ones And If People Want To Assume They're Not Mine, Then Let Them.

I Love Everybody. My Heart's Open To Everybody.