The other day I... uh, no, that wasn't me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was just another girl.
It wasn't until the late '70s that a lot of people knew me.
I was the Justin Bieber of the '70s. Really, I was.
I ain't the same person I was when I bit that guy's ear off.
Probably the best thing that happened to me was going nuts. Nobody knew who I was until that happened.
I was once, I think, bitten on the nose by a lion cub.
If it were not for the bad things that've happened to me, I wouldn't be the person I am today.
I'm still me even after all that's happened.
I didn't know who the hell I was. I was whoever they wanted me to be.
It was always me and the other guy. I came in second for a long time.