What she did to me,
I could do right back
Only by lifting a finger,
But i'm not going to
Not because i'm nice,
Simply because i know
IT.
HURTS.
And i am
A Lady.
Of.
Class.
I won't sink to her level
Or give her that satisfaction
Of watching me stoop
Lower than ever before
Merely because i am
A Lady.
Of.
Class.
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