The whispers of young men trying to please me
they all come of flirty or extremely to sleazy
for some reason they thin its there right to save me
I feel like a women trapped in a young girls body
chained down by society, age limits, and mortality,
but in reality,
I'm more of a women then most women seem
still I feel I'm treated unequally
I feel like a lover with no one to love,
and I feel like a user cause' i can't get enough,
I feel like a millionaire without anyone good enough to share my fortune with,
except sleazy young men trying to please me
whispering places
where tonight
they can meet me
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