I’m not the type of woman to be number two or three or maybe even number four
No telling how many woman you have knocking on your back door.
I need to feel adored
So why are you around at my door at four?
For so long I wanted to be number one!
And when my time begun
I forgot to realize that something always comes after one
So that number was no longer good to me
I then realized I need to be your one and only
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem