Imagine you was in front of me, and every ten seconds you felt my sweet scented smoke surrounding you, crashing against your skin, swirling around your senses, or how about my full red lips staining your body like it does the end of my white cigarette. You can imagine in anyway you like, or so you'll be led to believe. I don't only guide realities, I also mould imaginations, and that is what I'm going to do to you that is your reality. And wearing my white fur jacket while my big red lips suck the end of this cigarette that is guaranteed, you'll be moulded. Drawing someone in is easy, but keeping them there goes deeper. Fall for me.