You don't buy me flowers anymore
You don't buy me drinks
We are totally insane
But your ego is going through the roof
Seem like i gotta do a lot
To get your attention
You under estimated
The kind of chick i am
I dont have a problem finding someone else
To be with
Maybe you need a wake up call
You seem like you are to comfortable
Maybe if i call another man up
You might wake up
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I would like to translate this poem
yeah... its time to take a call.............