Every One Of Us Lives This Life

I'm Not Always Sincere. One Can't Be In This World, You Know.

Why Should You Care For A Woman Like Me? I'm Always Nervous Or Sick, Or Sad Or Too Gay.

I Don't Want To Be A Silly Temptress. I Cannot See Any Sense In Getting Dressed Up And Doing Nothing But Tempting Men In Pictures.

I Never Met A Man I Could Marry.

All Alike, You Men. You Only Want The Satisfaction Of Being Through With Us First, That's All. So Far I've Had The Good Fortune Of Beating You To It. So I Am Heartless.