leather jacket, all designers' . shinny shinny, tricky eyes

Acting like a good mannered bastard, yet too sarcastic to compromise. looking straight into their eyes, you turn on every one and each of them. You wear black and adore the sublime luxe of a great perfume. how much do you care about a certain Anna or Marie, i could say you don't even bother to memorize their looks. unimpressive beings, aren't they? but you're having fun after all, playing and hurting; isn't that your guilty pleasure? you drink the best champagne, you have the greatest tastes in wine or cigarettes. cruel bird of night, you still posess that weak point in your iron chest.
end of foolish story ;)