Sophia

Such a head girl, Sophia. Such a good, good girl. Sophia doesn’t even like swearing, do you?

But the secret is that Sophia likes big, tough men, isn’t that right?

You’ve got that real bobbysoxxer ‘50s thing going on. That Sandy in Grease before her transformation thing. But what you’re really waiting for is for Mr Right in his leather jacket. With an Elvis quiff. In his hot rod. A real bad boy. A greaser. With a comb in his back pocket.

He’s got chills, Sophia. They’re multiplying, apparently. They’re electrifying. He’s the one that you want, ooh, ooh, ooh, honey.