Body Is Object
My body is an object, use it as you please
Like a little girl’s dolly, my hair you tug and tease
My body is an object, from my head to my toe
Skin like cattle is branded, your fingerprints echo
My body is an object, don’t you stop now
Adorned with your lips, my body is your vow
My body is an object, please have your fun
Submitting like a beta, I admit you’ve won
My body is an object, I finally give in
In response, your eyes fill with sin as it begins
My body is an object, a temple for the dead
A road lined with misery, there is nothing good ahead
My body is an object, I watch you come and go
Each time, the pieces of my heart together I must sew
My body is an object, don’t think you are the first
The past takes hostage, my whole body is cursed
My body is an object, I answer at your call
But when it’s my turn, you answer like a brick wall
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