If you're referring to my asscheeks hanging out...well, ya see, it's like this. I used to be some guy's bitch, and when I fell off the back of his hog I scraped the seat right off my leather pants. They're just so damn comfortable, I can't see throwing them away. I'm getting ready to empty the purse of this cowgirl and when I do...I'll get my pants patched up.

If you're referring to the bulge in front, well...

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.