I've Got Enough Guilt To

Some People Hide More Than Others, And It Does Intrigue Me.

On Some Of My Darkest Days, Lucifer's The One Who Comes And Gives Me An Ice Cream.

Tell Me You're Crazy, Maybe Then I'll Understand.

Never Was A Cornflake Girl; Thought It Was A Good Solution: Hanging With The Raisin Girls.

I Have A Rule That I Don't Read My Press, But Then Somebody In The Crew Will Be Reading It And Of Course It's Right There, So What Do You Think I Do?