I am not a doll,
Don’ t think I am your trophy, boy
You did not win me over.
There was not anything to charm.
Don’t call me babe,
I am not your sugar and spice,
I don’t come with all things nice,
I am not the one who walks away,
There are miles for us to share.
I will give you my all, love
I love you so effortlessly.
But again I’d double check with you, sweety.
‘Cuz all I demand is respect,
I work 9-5 even after that,
i don’t have time for fun.
I do the chores, clean the mess,
pay the rent, even pay your bills.
I hear you scream and yell..
When I let loose, I feel your hand on my head,
knocking me to the ground and you don’t stop till I play dead.
I pour myself a drink, put on some lipstick,
wear the dress that hangs in the closet since a year.
Heels! Oh yes..
I walk out, I walk out,,
I walk out from your charade
No bruises, no pain, no aches because these things are so hard to define.
There is not trust without us,
But I will take the chances,
I will keep on calling on you to take my name
but not in vain..
Because honey, love don’t keep us together,
Yes it does!