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I was sexy like the girl next door
Would that make you want me more?
I was as skinny as those models you see
Would that make you want to sleep with me?
I was blonde and not a brunette
Would you spend more time with me and not forget?
I had boobs that were sized a double D
Would you then take some moments to listen to me?
I was not more intelligent than you
Would you be more secure and remain true?
I let you earn more money than me
Would that pacify your masculinity?
I was a woman who didn’t think for myself
Would you be happier to step in instead?
I was coy, bashful and demure
Would that add to my allure?
I was one to always give in to your needs
Would you then give up your secret deeds?
I am not any of this
And I never will be
I am proud of who I am
I am, but me
If you cannot handle that
It is of no worry
I am happy to live my life
Being independent and free
(c) Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (5 February 2010)