She was what we used to call a suicide blonde – dyed by her own hand.
She was a blonde. The kind of blonde that would make a bishop kick in a stained glass window.
She was a suicide blonde, dyed by her own hand.
Blondes are the best victims. They’re like virgin snow which shows up the bloody footprints.
That gentlemen prefer blondes is due to the fact that, apparently, pale hair, delicate skin and an infantile expression represent the very apex of frailty which every man longs to violate.
As for blondes having more fun, well, let me dispel that rumour forever. They do.
It is possible that blondes also prefer gentlemen
Blonde or brunette, this rhyme applies, happy is he who knows them not.