“You Can Never Know a Man Until You Fight Him”
Ré Harris

This reminds me of how much Grace Jones’ (Nipple to the Bottle) singing:

I won’t give in and I won’t feel guilty.

Rant and rave to manipulate me.

Meant to me during my first marriage. I would belt it out in the car to keep myself grounded.

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