There once was a girlwho lived in a world
where men let her down
and allowed her to drown
I'll save you he said
As he took her to bed
If she'd waited for him
Her fate would be grim!
Empty words spoken
Promises broken
Lacking in spine
Nothing's gonna be fine!
Weak and sneaky as a weasel
Lies, lies, lies painted picture on easel
Believed him she did
When he gave her a few quid
much drama caused
with his pregnant pause
no matter whatever
we're in this together
then he went it alone
abandoned her home
moral to the story
no guts no glory
So she walked away clean
when she could have been mean
heart ripped apart
she used it for art!
Sewn back together
the storm did she weather
now she's just fine
her heart still does shine!
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