Maybe you don't like your job, maybe you didn't get enough sleep, well nobody likes their job, nobody got enough sleep. Maybe you just had the worst day of your life, but you know, there's no escape, there's no excuse, so just suck up and be nice. |
Men make angry music and it's called rock-and-roll; women include anger in their vocabulary and suddenly they're angry and militant. |
My idea of feminism is self-determination, and it's very open-ended: every woman has the right to become herself, and do whatever she needs to do. |
My songs are just little letters to me. |
People need something or someone to fasten themselves to in order to reassure themselves that they are real. |
People talk about my image, like I come in two dimensions, like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind, like what I happen to be wearing the day that someone takes my picture is my new statement for all womankind |
Seems like everyone's an actor or an actor's best friend, I wonder what was wrong to begin with that they should all have to pretend. |
Self-Preservation is a full-time occupation. |
Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot. |
Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause I'm like that a lot. You think everything's ok, and it is . . . 'till it's not. |
Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause I'm like that a lot. You think everything's ok, and it is . . . 'till it's not. |
Some people wear their smile like a disguise. Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes. I know 'cause I'm like that a lot. You think everything's ok, and it is . . . 'till it's not. |
Someone's got to be interested in how I feel, just because I'm here and I'm real. |
Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall. |
Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambitions. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision, so you might want to turn your head. 'Cuz some day you are gonna get hungry, and eat all of the words you just said. |