I know that some women with beautiful face and body are very ambitious in achieving something exploiting these assets. SOME okay. Not all. It is something natural that you need to use your body and face achieving these ambitions of yours considerably "a whole new level" you said. You basically ripped off these mans life you know.
This world is cruel, yes I know. I am one of the victim trust me I know. Somehow people like me is being judgmentally over these ambitious human beings. Deep down inside my tiny heart has always been judgmental to everything. Is this bad? I hope these feelings that is driven by my thoughts is not going to make me restless. I mean these are just thoughts. They are not real. I repeat they are not real.
Women out there, please please do not be victim of this world. Be wiser than you are now. You are strong, tough and independent women. You need to work hard to have a better life as long as they do not involve exploiting your body. Your body is sacred. You need to appreciate them.
I love this song by Amy Winehouse, dedicated to these kind of women out there. Change your life. Do not be a joke to someone cynical smart like Amy Winehouse when alcohol ironically took her life away which is shit somehow work for me. Weird.
When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's your whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballer's wife.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.
Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can't sit down right,
Cuz your jeans are too tight,
And you're lucky it's ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.
Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me,
Cuz you're pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
This world is cruel, yes I know. I am one of the victim trust me I know. Somehow people like me is being judgmentally over these ambitious human beings. Deep down inside my tiny heart has always been judgmental to everything. Is this bad? I hope these feelings that is driven by my thoughts is not going to make me restless. I mean these are just thoughts. They are not real. I repeat they are not real.
Women out there, please please do not be victim of this world. Be wiser than you are now. You are strong, tough and independent women. You need to work hard to have a better life as long as they do not involve exploiting your body. Your body is sacred. You need to appreciate them.
I love this song by Amy Winehouse, dedicated to these kind of women out there. Change your life. Do not be a joke to someone cynical smart like Amy Winehouse when alcohol ironically took her life away which is shit somehow work for me. Weird.
When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's your whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballer's wife.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.
Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can't sit down right,
Cuz your jeans are too tight,
And you're lucky it's ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.
Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me,
Cuz you're pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
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