Maybeline was understanding, she even encouraged it. She knew it was time for our affair to end. She knew that she was just a rebound, but we'd have a lasting friendship afterwards. And now I have the perfect, Frank Sinatra arm-candy. I turn heads when I go out.
Women lean out of their boyfriend's cars to stare.
The pachucos shout praisful questions at me at stoplights. Life is good. But she's not just an accessory, she's the woman I love. We can hang out for an entire day and not say a word. Yeah, she drinks away most of my money and demands the rest for jewelry.