My double Anne is a lot slutter than me.

I see those gorgeous girls and those gorgeous boys crossing and that.

But I cannot say anything. I cannot tell them, "Hey, you come with me a home? Can we have sex?"

No, I can't. So, I come alone, a home, and we cannot tell some friends.

Yes, I have a few friends that I call them and they come right away, but not always.

So, when I come home alone, I really start to think, my mind is working.