When you hold him in your arms, that scent you love is me
He might see you once in a while, doesn’t matter to me
He might look at your body but his heart sees me
What you should know is, he always comes back to me
You’re just a different flavour, so it doesn’t bother me
Where’s your pride? Spend your time trying to be like me
Think you’re smart with your second-hand repartée
You’re wasting your time; he always comes back to me
Sad to watch you, trying to be something you’ll never be
Think nobody notices what you try to steal from me
He fell in love with the real thing, so live your little fantasy
The most you can do is borrow, he always comes back to me
Some of us can’t be tied, need a little variety
From the moment we met, that’s the way for him and me
The taste you love on his lips, that will always be me
Loved me since we were kids, he always comes back to me
So when you’re holding my man and you think he’ll leave me
Keep in mind, you’re not the first who tried to imitate me
You can try but you’ll cry be prepared to stay lonely
Cause what it was, what it is, His heart belongs to me
(c) 3K 9 February 2011
Heard many women’s voices in this! Great piece.
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Thank you! I have been called a “tiny bundle of rage” once or twice, though I don’t often show that voice here. Rap really works when one is mad 😉
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Wow!
Powerful, aggressive, sad, bitter, brilliant.
AnElephant loves it.
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Thank you Elephant! Sometimes my off-the-cuff pieces make it here. This one was written from just that POV and I’m so glad you connected to the words. Wishing you a wonderful day. ~ kei
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Wow, love this.
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Thank you! That means a lot to me from you 🙂
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