I Bob And Weave Em,

I Don't Want A Wig That Looks Like A Wig; I Want One That Could Pass For A Weave.

I Just Embrace All People Of All Lifestyles And I Don't Tell Them They Are Bad People. And I Say Girls Are Beautiful And Girls Are Sexy And They Need To Be Told That, And If They Don't Have Anyone To Tell Them That And Mean It, I'm Gonna Tell Them That. But I Feel Like People Always Wanna Define Me And I Don't Wanna Be Defined.

When I Was A Girl I Creeped In The Boys Locker Room Hide Deep Inside, It Was My Little Creep Stalker Room As They Disrobed I Was Oogling & Oggling Little Did They Know That For Me They Were Modeling

Nothing Is Worse Than Going Home And Having Not Played A Gig.

Roman’s A Little Gay Boy Who Lives In Me. And Every Time I Talk He Sort Of Just Appears And I Tell Him, ‘roman, You Know, Stop It, You’ve Gone Mad, I Tell You, Mad.’ He’s An Outlet To Say What I Need To Say But Sometimes Don’t Want To.