Chanel No.5

her eyelashes are curled and painted with fancy soot her hair is perfectly coifed and stained lips are pursed her arms are crossed, fierce with judgment the tension tastes sweet in the air just waiting for that fashionable heel to tap simply can’t help the urge to laugh what world did you come from, honey? your superior demeanor is built on lies my endless amusement has yet to falter your daddy issues are beneath my concern