bursting forth with a raw kind of spunk
but feeling defiled by a spasmatic twunk
without darkness, there can be no light
but baby, i'm running out of will to fight
i've seen how you fight, before i would bow
but the tables will turn, i'm that Dowager Cow
i can be passed off, talked over, or sometimes bought
but i surely refuse to be your second thought
give me a sign, reach out, i'm here!
(but i look for your return with certain fear)
i know we're not over, i'll see you again
but i was far too in love to be just a friend
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