I was not made out of money,
but out of love's complexity,
My soul is not for sell,
nor for a rent,
If you see me bent,
for someone a lot,
you should know that,
It's for love, you idiot!
.......I got lovers,
who wishe myself,
My good life,
my great,
so I bent,
for those kinds of heart.
my head,
down, down,
...............a lot.
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