I look at you
You look at me
Wondering why you
You aren't me
I'm beautiful: The epitome
Of perfection and beauty
Brains and breasts, long legs, skinny
Good at sports--you aren't me
I'm one of the few
One of the real
One of the people you
Would kill to feel
Don't you dare
Ever let me go
Would you ever share
The best girl you ever did know?
I'm your girl
You're my owner
I make your head whirl
You make me into a loner
I'm a slave, through and through
Submissive to the end
Why? Because I chose you
To be more than my friend.
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