I believe I deserve
everything I worked for,
\'cause why would I ask
if I know I\'d just want more?
I smell like vanilla
and something else exotic,
swaying with the moon
comes across as erotic.
I know what I\'m doing,
marry a rich man
and pray in time
that I\'ll love him.
poor pitiful girls
with lace and pin curls
and the musk of his cologne.
no wonder I\'m alone!