I moved on her

I moved on her,
actually.

You know,
she was down on Palm Beach.

I moved on her, and
I failed.
I’ll admit it.

I did try and fuck her.

She was married.

I moved on her very heavily.

In fact,
I took her out furniture shopping.
She wanted to get some furniture.

I said,
“I’ll show you where they have some nice furniture.”

I moved on her
like
a bitch.

But
I couldn’t get there.

And she was married.

Then all of a sudden
I see her,
she’s now got
the
big
phony
tits
and everything.

She’s totally changed her look.

Whoa! Whoa!

Look at you,
you are a pussy.

All right,
you and I will walk out.

I better use some Tic Tacs
just in case
I start kissing her.

You know,
I’m automatically attracted to beautiful —
I just start kissing them.

It’s like a magnet.
Just kiss.

I don’t even wait.

And when you’re a star,
they let you do it.
You can do anything.

Grab ’em by the pussy.
You can do anything.

Oh, it looks good.

Ooh, nice legs, huh?

O.K., absolutely.

Melania said this was O.K.