For the past twelve years, I've been put to a test.
And yes, I digress, that it is one I detest.
And this story is about young boys obsessed
with those things on my chest that I refer to as *******.

All the boys at my school were transformed into fools. They'd forgotten the rules, and had begun to drool.

And I felt I had nothing to offer the world. "All I am is an object because I'm a girl." Was a thought that rushed through my head in a whirl. "I'm not a diamond. I'm not a pearl." I've always just been a useless girl.

All I wanted was value, all I craved was success.
I didn't care about ***,
I just cared about tests.
I wanted to get A's,
the boys wanted my *******.
And I finally gave in the first time I had ***.

All I wanted was boys, I didn't care about grades.
I was their little toy, their sweet little slave.
I gave up on my goals, and let my dreams fade.
It just wasn't worth it, I'd rather get laid.

A few years later, something had changed.
My life had been fixed and rearranged.
I found someone strange
who made me feel sane.

A man I met who made me laugh,
and smile and sing, and never look back.
And I took my first step outside of my past
to find a love that would actually last.

It's been three years now, and going on four.
I love him even more than I did before.
And it keeps getting better, of this I'm sure.
I can't get enough. I just want more.
He is everything I'd been looking for.