You're the one who comes stumbling in, eyes wide, ready to attack her enemy. But honey the boys love you all, you have all that you could want if you just snapped your finger tips. All that you could want except for me to cave in. Burn your holes in me while you stare me down with your flaming eyes; trying to make me disintegrate as you figure me out. It won't work, I can not be found out and I can not be blown down. You may be destroying every piece of me inside and out, but darling in the end I will win. Just as I had before. You've picked a fight with the wrong person. I hope they warned you before you started this war, that you will lose. You have charm blondie but I have the intelligence. Good luck loosing and good luck on the battlefield.
