Never mind the dress. Or the hair. Or the hours spent on makeup.
The shoes. The girdle. The jewelry.
No matter what you put on your body, nothing will attract a man to you like Prince Matchabelli.
And that worries me.
I mean, this woman is more than lovely, but she needs a Prince to remote control a man to her? A Prince? Is this the kind of man she wants – one attracted by a prince? And this guy seems to be glancing over her head anyway, wondering where that smell is coming from. “Damn these cigarettes…they smell like the Prince!”
Me thinks she shall be disappointed in the end.
But give it a shot and let me know. (PS: Can someone tell me how she sits or walks while wearing a girdle and that dress? It seems an impossibility…)
…your wind song stays on my miiiiiiiinnnnnd…..