spoiled goods
he doesn't want me
not the me within
not the fears, the dreams, or the soul
no, he wants what's on the skin
he doesn't want me
at least not the me that's me
he just wants my breasts, my
mouth, and a warm, wet pussy
isn't that what you want?
isn't that all you want?
here! take it!
i give you permission
i say, "yes!"
he doesn't want me
at least not the me that's me
he just wants a moment inside
how can i blame him for that
when that's all i'll ever be
at least not the me that's me
he just wants a moment inside
how can i blame him for that
when that's all i'll ever be