Well, just put your hand on my knee, alone in my room, perv, unasked-and-unflirted for, go get a date, you coward, you limp-dicked male bitch . . .
We are insatiable,
We are insatiable
It's been said the scoreboard doesn't lie. By that measure, she didn't have much to boast about. No job. No money. No husband. No kid. She could spin it any way she liked. Her life was not great.