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Sep 2012
You don't know who I am,
still you treat me as a lamb.
I'm not as helpless as I look,
I know how to cook!

You don't even know me,
or what you think you see.
I'm not as hopeless as you think,
I can clean my own sink!

You don't know how I live my life
and I ain't gonna be your wife.
You're going to be *******
if you don't prepare your own food.

You don't know how to treat me anymore,
as if you knew how to, before...
And now you got to feed yourself,
because I'm not doing it for you.
April 5th, 2007 - taken from my older collection
Pandora dO
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Pandora dO  Netherlands
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