I Like Ur Look

A little poison, a little nail polish - and you've got a look that makes jealousy shine as bright as patent leather boots. It's all about that feeling when someone else's stuff looks too good to look at calmly. When you don't want to cry into your pillow, but go out into the world, sparkling down to your last eyelash, and remind him: “Yes, you're with her, of course, but you looked much more impressive with me.”

There is coquetry in the voice, behind which lies steel. The rhythm is like walking on thin heels between irony and self-confidence. It's flirting with the limits of what is permissible, a little daring, a little theatrical. And, to be honest, a little sparkle in response to heartbreak has never hurt anyone.