Strikingly beautiful she stands by the bar, no one turns to stare – not many people realise she’s there. Over taken by vanity, not much inside, she’s not the type of woman who ever tries to hide. Still all the guys want her and they know that she’s game, but as they take off her clothes, she's left with nothing but her shame.
She knows she isn't clever, might not win every fight, but she’s taking off all the makeup, the mask; she wants to be herself tonight.
He awakens beside her, can’t remember last night, details hazy of their terrible fight. “Please forgive and forget,” he cries down the phone, “I can’t live without you, and I want to come home.” While he talks to his wife, she tries not to cry, soon it will be over and she’ll move on to the next guy.
Breathtakingly beautiful she can’t bare anymore, though people turn and stare, she knows they don’t really notice her there. They see someone over taken with vanity, nothing left inside; well she's had enough and just wants to hide. Guys try to touch her, they assume that she’s game, but when take off her clothes; they only leave her with shame.
They don’t think she’s very clever, and they might well be right, but she’s taking off the makeup, the mask and the lies; she wants to be herself tonight.
She wants a lover to be more than a friend, and she wants this false vanity to come to its end. She’s so sick of guys who just use her then leave; she’s just an empty woman – that’s what she's come to believe.
She knows she’s not clever, don’t win many fights, but with no makeup, no mask, without telling any lies – if she could be herself – they’d all stay, she knows it would all be alright, if she could be herself, just for one night.
CJ.Underhill
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