Explanation: Here we are in the hotel room after a day of sightseeing in Paris. Jasmin is exhausted while I'm on my get-on-someones-nerves-mood. After he told me to shut up and I sang don't tell your girl to shut up for a while (yes, I make songs of just about everything), I brought out my secret weapon black, dirty feet, which are full with blisters after a whole day in my black ballerina shoes (otherwise, like he actually my feet).