So beautiful in your high heels. fancy dress, and pound of makeup. Men flock to you like maggots to a corpse. But I have my ideals and standards. I'm not going to bow down to someone who would kick me in the teeth. How many people did you cripple to get where you're at? And how many friends did you leave bleeding to stand tall? You're not worth the scum beneath my fingernails. Serving no purpose other than drying up the wallets of unsuspecting twits, twat. I only hope the fires of Hell singe your luscious hair before it turns your money and body to ash.