You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing", and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
"Putain (n. francais): how some (not all) impeccable, gorgeous ladies like to be called, from time to time, in very intimate and selected occasions, most preferably via the form of a whisper, at the rear of their right ear", International Webster Dictionary of Life