I should probably feel cheap, but I just feel free, and a little bit empty

I was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one,
who belonged to everyone,
who had nothing,
who wanted everything.

Class is knowing what to say, when to say it, and when to stop.

It’s a man’s job to respect women but it’s a woman’s job to give him something to respect.

Your heart is a stone buried beneath your pretty clothes. Don’t you know people write songs about girls like you?

What will you do when it all comes crashing down on you little girl?
What would you do if you lost all your beauty?
How would you deal with the light?
How would you feel if nobody chased you?
What if it happened tonight?
What would you do if the world made you suffer for all that you were?
-Girls Like You, The Naked & Famous