“Haze all clouding up in my mind in the daze of the why it could've never been.”

“Got a kick for a dogBeggin' for LoveI gotta have my sufferingSo that I can have my crossI know a cat named EasterHe says will you ever learnYou're just an empty cage girlIf you kill the birdI've been looking for a savior in these dirty streetslooking for a savior beneath these dirty sheetsI've been raising up my handsDrive another nail inGot enough guilt to startmy own religion”

“Look I'm standing naked before youDon't you want more then my sexI can scream as loud as your last oneBut I can't claim innocenceOh GodCould it be the weatherOh God Why am I hereIf love Isn't foreverAnd it's not the weatherHand me my leatherI could just pretend that you love meThe night would lose all sense of fearBut why do I need you to love meWhen you can't Hold what I hold dearOh GodCould it be the weatherOh God Why am I hereIf love Isn't foreverAnd it's not the weatherHand me my leatherI almost ran over an angelHe had a nice big fat cigar"In a sense" he said "You're alone hereSo if you jump you best jump far"Oh GodCould it be the weatherOh God Why am I hereIf love Isn't foreverAnd it's not the weatherHand me my leather”

“From in the shadow she calls. And in the shadow she finds a way, finds a way. And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph. My image under her thumb. Yes with a message for my heart. She’s been everybody else’s girl maybe one day she’ll be her own.”

“This is very simple in the world of chicks: some are hoochies, some are not, and some should never try to be. It's no different from the idea of sports. Now, I can go on my little rowing machine for four times a week, twenty-two minutes a time, and I can feel as if I flirt with the sporting world. Similar to the idea that a woman can put on something cuter for her man, for those moments, and flirt with garments that a hoochie woman might be pushing. But never for one moment should you get confused. My little rowing machine and I cannot consider ourselves athletes. Wearing the same garment does not a hoochie woman make. So if you are a true hoochie woman, may garments below the navel always be in your future. If you are not, then please don't throw away your cotton zippy jacket.”

“Never was a cornflake girl;Thought it was a good solution: hanging with the raisin girls.”

“Everybody told me this 'girl on the piano' thing was never going to work.”