“I've always had a crush on Anne Murray, since I was like 9 years old. But no, [Ingenue]'s not about her.”

—  Anne Murray

k.d. lang, Canadian singer
regarding the rumours that her album "Ingenue" might be about Anne Murray, as quoted in "HANGING WITH K. D. LANG", MTV.com, as reported by ATN Toronto correspondent (and Toronto Star staff writer) Peter Howell, 18 October 1995 http://www.mtv.com/news/504788/hanging-with-k-d-lang/

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