I Sang In Art School,

I Am A Woman Of Heart And Mind, Looking For Affection And Respect, A Little Passion.

People Will Tell You Were They Have Gone, They'll Tell You Where To Go, But Until You Get There For Yourself You Never Really Know.

But You Know It's Hard To Tell When You're In The Spell If It's Wrong Or If It's Real But You're Bound To Lose If You Let The Blues Get You Scared To Feel

I Wanna Be Strong, I Wanna Laugh Along, I Wanna Belong To The Living. Alive, Alive, I Wanna Get Up And Jive, Wanna Wreck My Stockings In Some Jukebox Dive.

Fibers In A Variety Of Colors Protrude Out Of My Skin Like Mushrooms After A Rainstorm. They Cannot Be Forensically Identified As Animal, Vegetable Or Mineral.