…, its your violin, 'all life. I got your home tonight, come with me to the playa, whitesand, under your body, heat from the sky, you are tonight mine, loco loco nights, you like i fleur, you just mine, come to dinner, its our night, its your loving night.…

…dont need to work. Dont you have a husband who keeps you like a fleur, keeps behind the glasses, they nobody steels you, you want to own. They beat women to be home, they are insane, like they own their lifes, in their…