She, she (has) no self control.I see her life without parole,But she’s happier than i will ever be…Here we go…She prides herself without a conscience, or any regret,Often her logic is completely lost on me.Do you mind if i call you « tootsie wootsie baby » it’s from a 1928 broadwayClassical hit called « baby won’t you spoon with me »…?Well, how bout it now?…