When You Have A Steady

I Read A Comment That Made Me Think I Should Stop Singing For A While. And I Didn't Want To Stop Singing, Because It Was The Only Thing I Loved. At First I Thought, "maybe I'll Get Better And Eventually Please The Person Who Wrote About My Singing." But Then I Thought, "i Probably Will Never Please This Person. I Should Just Do What Pleases Me."

I Have My Standards. They're Low, But I Have Them.

After Thirty, A Body Has A Mind Of Its Own.

I Married A German. Every Night I Dress Up As Poland And He Invades Me.

If You Can Accept Your Differentness And Learn To Love It And Encourage It, Then You Can Be Someone Wonderful.