I'm sitting here in a club that's very Well it's dark, But it's not a place for women. And who knows, I think it might be the thirties.
I'm surrounded by men, All in impeccably fine suites, I'm drinking countless martinis, I never have to light my own cigarette, I know this is what I do every single night. Everyone fawns over me.
I know that I'm very powerful. I have the power of a man. So I act like a man. Not *****, Just unashamed.
Maybe I have a rich father? That sounds right for the time. I can tell that I am very powerful, I already know that I am "Breathtakingly gorgeous".
Everyone eats out of the palm of my hand, I am fun. I am free. I am the untamable soul.
You know? The one they right novels about. The one that "got away", Because she was a song bird, And one that wouldn't fit in her cage.
And I am to be a married woman. Someone will disburse my power. I will become a miserable housewife. I will have four children. I will bake apple pies, I will let my husband Please himself using my body. I will help with church bake sales. I will drink. I will drink. I will drink.....