A Lot Of People Think

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.

It Seems Like The More I Give The More I Get, And That Is The Way It Is Supposed To Go In Life.

I've Never Had That Much Trouble With The Paparazzi, But I Don't Run The Same Circles That A Lot Of These People That Do Get Hounded By The Paparazzi.

I Describe My Look As A Blend Of Mother Goose, Cinderella, And The Local Hooker!

Well, My Smile's Pretty Hard To Miss, Considering I'm A Gal Who Likes Her Lipstick-the Redder The Better.