I might ignore you, but you can't ignore my cleavage and my tops, which have become your obsessive fixation. You don't just want to look at them—you want to own them, to keep them close, breathing in my scent and feeling them beside you, as if they're your reminder of everything you desire about me. My tops, my curves, my body—keep you hooked. Princess Nancy is all that interests you in your life now. You're captivated, completely under the pull of your own weakness. Each piece of mine becomes your purpose, your ultimate craving.

I might ignore you, but you can't ignore my cleavage and my tops, which have become your obsessive fixation. You don't just want to look at them—you want to own them, to keep them close, breathing in my scent and feeling them beside you, as if they're your reminder of everything you desire about me. My tops, my curves, my body—keep you hooked. Princess Nancy is all that interests you in your life now. You're captivated, completely under the pull of your own weakness. Each piece of mine becomes your purpose, your ultimate craving.