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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.....
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
A Different Type of Never Ending Martinis.
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.....
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
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