Lacris
A woman who looks like a goddess, talks like a villain, and acts like she owns the place. You’d do anything to keep her happy, even feed her your last sandwich.
She showed up to my birthday party and my cake looked sad. I cried.
My dad said she was ‘the best thing since sliced bread’, I said he was ‘the worst thing since sliced bread’.
She texted me and said, ‘Don’t forget me,’ and I forgot my own name.