I don't want to love a man,
Who wants my breasts and not my hand,
I don't want to love a boy,
Who thinks of me as just a toy,
I just want to love someone,
Who holds me tight late at night,
And tells me it's alright,
I don't want to be held down,
My mouth covered, can't hear a sound..
In a room late at night, silence always seems so loud.
I want to be loved by someone whom I love,
Who calls me his star above,
And never lays a fist on me,
And shows and makes me see,
I make him the man he wants to be,
And not the boy he used to be.
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