You keep me
At arm's length
Far away from whom
And what you love
You've never let me see
Your home
Or meet your
Friends and family
How can you expect
Me to believe
You have any respect
For me?
It's time
For you to find
Another woman
To treat
As your courtesan
I will love a man
Who treats me
Like his queen
Dumping, San Francisco
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1 comment:
I think the position of queen would be kind of lonely. I'd rather be a buddy. In most ways. :-)
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