She kept telling me that she was Pink...and I kept saying: Honey...Pink, Grey or white...you still look good to me..
And she would just laugh... I didnt realize why...but I said to myself...so long as I making her laugh...its all good.
This morning before she left...still surprised how I couldnt recognise her...so
She sang the song " Voulez vous couchez avec moi ce soir" as she was leaving..
And I said oooh Yeees thats you with the other 3 girsl.

So now I feel used and abused..

