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It's All Make Believe, Isn't It?

Designers Want Me To Dress Like Spring, In Billowing Things. I Don't Feel Like Spring. I Feel Like A Warm Red Autumn.

I Do Sin, But I Am Not The Devil.

The Working Men, I'll Go By And They'll Whistle. At First They Whistle Because They Think, 'oh, It's A Girl. She's Got Blond Hair And She's Not Out Of Shape,' And Then They Say, 'gosh, It's Marilyn Monroe!'

In Leaving Hollywood And Coming To New York, I Feel I Can Be More Myself. After All, If I Can't Be Myself, What's The Good Of Being Anything At All?