don't you smile i'm-not-sorries, don't you smolder and you preen - don't you think i don't remember (oh, i do). don't you read the way my eyes avert as anything but contempt, and don't you dare try to touch me again (did I stutter?) don't you snicker with your friends, because I don't think you're funny, honey and I don't buy your eye-burning game you can watch me all you like and you can wait for me to smile, but darling, don't you think it wasn't you who ****** me dry