Wie sich Isabel Monteiro ihren eigenen Abgang ausmalt, ist unterhaltsam:
„I want dozens of roses surrounding my bed
Sad looking faces with pain and regret
When I go
I want the whole place painted red
All my ex-lovers will talk through the night
Heart breaking tales of passion and pride
They will say
That I had a cunt made of gold“
Und zu diesem Klassiker muss man nichts weiter erläutern:
Just remember that the last laugh is on you …
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