“Want a sugar cube? They’re supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They’ve got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I … well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. You’re absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?”
I understand that you have a message for somebody out there. A special somebody. Can we hear it?
Maybe he’s too pretty, or maybe he’s too easy to get, or maybe it’s really that he’d just be too easy to lose.