It was the way I whole heartedly embraced freedom and 'My' sexuality that seemed to push boundaries to there limits. Portraying the sassy girls attitude while trying to hold onto 'my' nonsense, always remaining respectful. Somehow 'my' feisty ways were a little too crucial for some and a little too reckless for most. But there were some who still loved 'moi' anyway. Later in 'my' years I ended up trying to incarnate 'myself' back into reality and shine like a brand new penny. And so through 'my' words 'I' tried to re-incarnate 'myself', bringing 'my' true self back to life again. Trying to show everyone that even though you may be fat and batty as hell. Even though you may be dirt poor, and talk like a Brooklyn cabbie, and drink and shag like a sailor. You can still have it all over the richest of rich. And even though the good ole days are long past. 'My' claim to fame has always been. You can still have it all back. By acting as 'IF' Here's the story: Once upon a time I resided in his heart. Always being helpful. trying to make me laugh. Promising me that they'd never part. It was all the while that he danced with me. That I did not know. That his mind was floating around the wild blue yonder. And so he broke my heart. But never fear for Candy-Rain is crushin' em all over again. Ah ya gotta love me !