Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
meltin' in a pot of thieves
wild card up my sleeve
thick heart of stone
my sins my own
they belong to me, me

people say "beware!"
but I don't care
the words are just
rules and regulations to me, me

Deep in the forest I whirl like I did as a little girl
Let my eyes rise in the sky looking for you
Oh you know, I would go anywhere at all
'Cause no star is too far with you, with you

Yo no sentía por Warhol lo mismo que Robert. Su obra reflejaba una cultura que yo quería evitar. Detestaba la sopa y la lata no me decía apenas nada. Prefería un artista que transformara su época, no que la reflejara.