Running for queen, humiliating people, using their secrets against them, dressing like you're on the cover of Rolling Stone, which, OK, it's kinda hot sometimes, but not the part where you suddenly care about what everyone else thinks.
Kandidon per mbretereshe, poshteron njerezit, duke perdorur sekretet kundra tyre, vishesh sikur je mbulese e Rolling Stone, Gje qe eshte, OK, eshte paksa seski ndonjehere, por jo pjesa kur ti papritmas shqetesohesh se cfare mendojne te tjeret.