10 April 2012
She says she's an ice-queen,
She thinks she's a bitch,
Her ideal man would be tall and rich,
And though she knows herself better than I,
Each of these things I think a lie.
She does not believe,
What she cannot see,
With eyes as blue as the crashing sea,
Her heart has a key all she sees is the lock,
Hell you are a bitch, but I think you rock.
Vikki • Opuss № I