I Do Sin, But I Am Not

I Don't Want Everybody To See Exactly Where I Live, What My Sofa Or My Fireplace Looks Like.

I Believe That Everything Happens For A Reason.

I'm A Failure As A Woman. My Men Expect So Much Of Me, Because Of The Image They've Made Of Me- And That I've Made Of Myself- As A Sex Symbol. They Expect Bells To Ring And Whistles To Whistle, But My Anatomy Is The Same As Any Other Woman's And I Can't Live Up To It.

I Used To Get The Feeling, And Sometimes I Still Get It, That I Was Fooling Somebody - I Don't Know Who Or What - Maybe Myself. I Have Feelings Some Days Where There Are Scenes With A Lot Of Responsibility, And I'll Wish, 'gee, If Only I Had Been A Cleaning Woman.'

I Have Feelings Too. I Am Still Human. All I Want Is To Be Loved, For Myself And For My Talent.