After several weeks of caresses
You seduce me to lock my soul inside a jar
I’m glad and sad I’m not the only one
Glad that I’m not the only stupid
Sad that women make mistakes repeated
You classify us by our characteristics
Treat us emotionally sadistic
You make us feel pathetic
You are to rate us and decide who’ll be retired
To be dumped and spitted
After your several testing phases
How many jars been decorating your shelf?
How can we escape from you and temptation towards ourselves?