Don’t expect me to bow down to you – I am not your ladyship bowing my way to your door. I am not a pliant adaptor to your rigid ideas. I have my own ideas about things. And they are loud. And sometimes very beautiful. And I sing them.
Don’t expect me to bow down to you – I am not your ladyship bowing my way to your door. I am not a pliant adaptor to your rigid ideas. I have my own ideas about things. And they are loud. And sometimes very beautiful. And I sing them.
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