When I Write, It's Purging

A Couple Of Months Ago I Hauled My White Ass On Stage Alongside Chaka Khan And Stevie Wonder For Divas Las Vegas, Singing In Front Of A Celebrity Audience. If I Can Hold My Own There, I Can Hold My Own At Top Of The Pops, Trust Me.

I Knew That Because Of Who I Am, And The Situation I'm In, That I'd Attract More Critics Than Your Average Person, And That Was A Little Intimidating, But I Wanted To Get Out There And Pay My Dues.

I Think People Think I'm Harder And More Arrogant And Cocky Than I Am - Because I Know How To Put On A Front, But It's Nothing Like Who I Am Inside.

With A Lot Of Hair And Make-up Then I'm Possibly, Remotely Attractive. But It's Rare, I Don't Think I'm Ugly But I'm Nothing Particularly Special. I'm Not A Yoga And Health Girl. I Don't Exercise That Much And I Eat Crap And Smoke And Bite My Nails.

I Think I've Failed Every Test I've Ever Taken. If There Was A Failure I Would Have Been It.