"Let me tell you something. If you fucking rip my hairbow and my wig off my fucking head, my shoes, my bra, every single thing on my body, and you throw me on a piano with a microphone, I will fucking make you cry."
"I'm not going to start churning out what you expect. If you want me to be a manufactured act, you can fuck off."
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