What Qualifies Me To Tell People How

I Believe It Is Possible To Tell What Sign Some People Were Born Under By Watching Their Eyes, Watching How They Walk, How They Talk.

I Grew Up Not Liking My Father Very Much. I Never Saw Him Cry. But He Must Have. Everybody Cries.

As Far Back As I Can Remember, The Radio Held A Special Fascination For Me.

I Try To Keep My Feet On The Ground. Even Though I Appreciate The Fame And Adoration, I Remember Once I Used To Pick Cotton, And I Felt Like Even Then I Was Somebody. I Have The Same Feet, Hands And Heart Like Everyone Else. I'm Just Also Blessed With A Good Voice.

A Fan Will Grab You And Hug You And Will Not Let Go. When That Happens, You Wish It Could Be That Way All Over The World.