I see how they look at me With eyes that hunger for skin I see how the eat me up in their stares Their endless thirst makes me grin.
I feel them degrade me in each glance ******* me like a play toy Eating me with their wandering eyes This is why I don’t settle for a boy.
To be wanted is my worth Their sole desire To hold me and love me Would ignite their little fire
I cannot be looked at in such a way I feel ***** from their careless eyes The way they imagine me bent over A part of my soul dies
I love the way it feels When he puts his hand on my thigh How it feels to have his lips on my neck And know he's not a nice guy
I hate when they glance my way and saunter over like were friends and how he tries to touch me and begs this night not to end
I love it when those bad boys get handsy and beg for a touch or two and plead for a peek and say I'm the kind of girl they'd *******
*to be desired in such a way makes me sick inside I just want to be a good girl and be someone's cute bride
I guess I feel both ways; both desired and degraded. I love to be desired, and take joy in the boys who stare like they've just met a goddess.. but there are also the boys who make me feel like I'm just a piece of meat.. or a prize.. how do you feel?