I'm the one they call for some little fun
Caught in between the sheets of broken dreams
Stop giving me that look of sorrow, hun
The pity you give me won't mend my seams
For lovers won't stay, and tears can stain
When friends and family take what's not theirs
Plucking petals off of children's roses
Young age wilts into nights, soft with despair
"Silly girl do not cry, you asked for this."
Because my skirt didn't cover my thigh?
Or was it that glance, or flirtatious kiss?
That you couldn't resist taking what's mine
Underneath this pretty painted frame
Burns a ravage fire, no man can contain
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