Archive for August, 2010

There’s nothin’ left to talk about, unless it’s horizontally.

08/31/2010

If you think I’m just plucky and scrappy and all I need is love, you’re in over your heads. I don’t have a heart of gold and I don’t grow one later, OK? But relax, there’s other people a lot nicer coming up – we call them “losers.”

08/26/2010

And when the sun comes up it makes a new commotion; you say,”Nobody told you it would feel like this.”

08/23/2010

The train from Kansas City is a comin’; nothing I can do can make it turn around.

08/16/2010

I know, you’ve told me, mother. You don’t want me to be a singer. You’re the singer, you’re the performer. I can’t possibly compete with you. What if somebody won?

08/09/2010

Pay attention to me ’cause I’m a rich white girl and it’s plain to see, I got every kind of thing that the money can buy.

08/03/2010


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