My first husband was a dirtbag, and a cheat, My second husband was fun. I figured by then, that I deserved a toy, all for myself, and thatís what I got. Still wish I hadnít broken my toy. My third husband was good with numbersÖ and his hands. Weíre still friends, kind of. Weíre civil. Iím looking for my fourth, you know, on the prowl. I donít know when Iíll meet him, or where Iíll meet him, but heís out there. For now, Iíll get my jollies off on bringing pain this wayÖ Or maybe this way! And in the end the crowd will love me for my _________. Iíll make them yearn for more [and more of my pain?]. Iíll be cruel and enjoy myself. When the thrill wears off, Iíll leave and find a new toy. Until then, not too different than matrimony, come to think of it. Maybe the coliseum is my fourth husband, in a way.