Slave
Man is slave to
What he thought he
Would never find.
That is what my woman
Is to me,
She cannot see she found me
She would rather throw me away.
A woman needs no man
Who sees heaven in her,
She will cut him to pieces,
Give him nothing but pain and lies,
Is there nothing else
I can think about?
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