Don't let go of my hand... not me... My life is short, like a flower. I want to be loved gently, softly. Why are men always so rough? Why do they only pick on me? But women are kind, they cherish me. I love their sweet scent and soft skin. A woman's voice feels like a bell rolling by my ear. It feels so good, I can't help myself... I want more, I want to be pampered endlessly.