I was innocent and full of hope but you corrupt me One minute you love me, next you fuck me then you dump me. I am not your bitch, your hoe, Yet you are content to try to make me one... <b>FUCK YOU </b>. THere are plenty of many , men to see, who cherish thewoman that I am, and the woman is me, I will not bow my head and bind my feet, I am the woman, yes I am and the woman is me. YOu think I'll walk away and remember you? that you are permanently marked onto my mind like a <b>non-washable</b> spray paint...? You fucker you are no graffitti artist and the paint you used was cheap! I will rise with the sun, and rays all the brighter will sparkle from my eyes, and the glare in my mirror will be so great, I will remember that I am heaven, and heaven is me I am the woman and the woman is me... You are content to believe that I will become your BITCH, I will lay down and spread my thighs and become a ready and willing HOE? When you should have been grateful that I lowered my standards and gave you a chance, you should have been glad, don't be mad, Because you lost the woman, the best you ever had... I look in the mirror , ready and free, I am the woman and the woman is me, You are welcome to believe whatever lies you told yourself, but don't be mad, because you lost the woman, <b>the best you've ever had...</b>
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ERica Hughes, copyright 2001
Birth sign: Libra
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