Who cared how she looked,
Who wanted to look
Like a thin rich bitch,
Used to soothe herself
By reminding you,
Whoever was there,
In a hundred years
Who’ll remember this?
In a hundred years
Who’s going to care?
It’s been fifteen years
That she hasn’t cared.
Fifteen years so far.
So far you still care.
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