She told me about her cool white life she was serious about being a true blue wife with a little maid who has to be watched, "or she'll take what she can" - and I said And what if she does? It's no repayment you're thieving from her, you're spitting in her face, you don't even know you don't care.
She told me about her cool white life she said "My little maid deserves f*** all. My charity provides her with all that she needs, I don't understand her struggle. But there's place for everything in life, everyone must keep their place." She runs her eyes along the shelves. The mirror holds her suspicious gaze.
There's no way through this woman now she bought supremacy and ideals painlessly hers for the tone of her voice in a land where her guilt gives her every choice. When she sees herself she smiles, she has no reason to doubt herself, she would tell you she's free from prejudice; accepting life is as is it. Indeed she doesn't hate, neither does she loves she exists on the surface of fortune, she's happy, she's idle, she ignores the pain, unaware of her own contribution.
She told me about her cool white life she said "My little maid deserves f*** all. My charity provides her with all that she needs, I don't understand her struggle. But there's place for everything in life, everyone must keep their place." She runs her eyes along the shelves. The mirror holds her suspicious gaze.
There's no way through this woman now she bought supremacy and ideals painlessly hers for the tone of her voice in a land where her guilt gives her every choice. When she sees herself she smiles, she has no reason to doubt herself, she would tell you she's free from prejudice; accepting life is as is it. Indeed she doesn't hate, neither does she loves she exists on the surface of fortune, she's happy, she's idle, she ignores the pain, unaware of her own contribution.