Her mission is to take down men like me. I figure it's going to be fun for us both.
She's the kind of girl that has you at hello with that hair, those eyes, and them curves. I'm getting hard just thinking about the first time we met. She told me she was gonna lock me up and throw away the key. Heh, unlikely.
Some people flirt by sending roses. Others try cheesy pickup lines. Me? I put explosives under her car.
But a chick like Donna? She survives that $h1t and comes back stronger. It's the kind of relentlessness that makes me realize why I failed in the first place. I don't want her to die, I want her alive.
And all to myself.