Doesn't Ezra get it. I hold him. I touch him. I tell him how I feel and yet he still pushes me away.

There cannot be other beautiful girls like me after him.

Every single gypsy boy wants me so why does Ezra give me such a hard time?

Ezra, come on. Hug me. Oh, God, You drive me crazy I want you so much.

When we talk I just want to grab you and…

oh God!