She used to see feng shui area in all areas in her house.                                                                                                                                                                                          Legs like posts, the poor girl never dared dresses.                                                                                                                                                                                                       Days after days, the girl and the sofa did not moove.                                                                                                                                                                                                                  She always preferred pigs to boys.                                                                                                                                                                                                            It was a beautilful wedding, in a castle in Gentilly.                                                                                                                                 Her mother told her to always smile on pictures.                                                                She saw in him a smell of pink.                                                                                                                                                     The red from last night turned her on.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           She felt still blue.