Impersonality Poem by Mary Champion

You say that you want me, but Babe, that ain't true.
Cos you just want a woman, any woman will do.
You cried when I left you; you just couldn't see
why I couldn't trust you to really want me.
But it's less than a week now and there at your side
is another true lover to bolster your pride.

If you'd loved me they way that you said,
you'd have cried for a whole lot of nights,
but you wouldn't find someone instead.
Cos no other would do, if your loving was true.
Honey that's how I knew:
that I couldn't hold you till you'd put your loving to rights.

You say that you want me, but Babe, it's not true.
Cos you just want a woman; any woman will do.
I cried when we parted, cos my heart always knew
you just wanted a woman, but I just wanted you.

If you'd loved me they way that you said,
you'd have cried for a whole lot of nights,
but you wouldn't find someone instead.
Cos no other would do, if your loving was true.
Honey that's how I knew:
that I couldn't hold you till you'd put your loving to rights.

It's a chance in a million
that someday you might see:
you won't just want a woman
cos you'll only want me.

If you'd loved me they way that you said,
you'd have cried for a whole lot of nights,
but you wouldn't find someone instead.
Cos no other would do, if your loving was true.
Honey that's how I knew:
that I couldn't hold you till you'd put your loving to rights.