I Know I Am Very Beautiful.

I Want To See People Turn And Writhe; Make Them Feel Things They Cannot See And Sometimes Do Not Know.

I Wish To Please The People, But I Want To Make Them Cry, Perhaps. There, I Have Said It.

I Speak English, So I Am No Longer Cute. My Tongue Itches For French.

It Is Quite Lovely Being Single, And I Much Prefer It.

I Don't Want To Get Married, And I Don't Want To Work After I'm 30, So I Must Manage My Fortune Somehow In The Next Seven Years.