My body, my mind, my choices. To be at the clothes that lie, and not to dress up the way you want. My choice, to go to the gym, but have a beer belly. After all, the size of my car is the only thing which matters. Thinking all men are same, as they are calling white the new black, or like losing a Chinese man in China. My neighbour is an engineer, I'm not. Let it be, my choice, to love temporarily a lost forever. My car, my house, they can be changed, but my love for you cannot. So, prefer to that. My choice, to come home when I want. Don't think I'm achieved, if I stay out or don't pick up your call. My choice to marry, or not to marry. You have six, before marriage, you have six outside marriage. .