But she seemed to be in good health,
As it became clear that she pampered herself.
She did her nails at least twice a day,
And in her bed silk sheets would lay.

She looked at a man on the other couch,
And pulled lipstick out of her hand-pouch.
She caressed the red against her lips,
As she adjusted to comfort her tightened hips.

She undressed that unknown man with a stare,
And kept flicking back her damn hair.
I dawned on me this was all just a game,
That this girl had neither passion nor shame.

There�re millions of clones just like her,
The line that separates them is a blur.
Rewarding herself for tasteless deeds,
She�ll never know what she really needs.