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Gotta make my man feel better than me

Soothing his soul as he feels up on me

Wherever it’s headed, I’ll just let it be

No pulling down shade 'cause I want him to see...

See that I’m worth it

See that I’m true

Love like I birthed it

Then gave it to you

But I am still not perfect

These walls have yet to crumble

To free my flowing current

Upon these stones I stumble

But you don’t make it easy, nor wish to play it fair

You’d rather lust my body, than see my soul to bare

But my body isn’t me

Just a vehicle for my vessels

Like that car that isn’t you

Yet it makes you feel so special

I’ll lay it on the line for you

Even put you before myself

To see how much you’ll take from me

Will you indulge or share the wealth?

Please, by all means...

Take what you need to get on your feet.

But when my cup is overfilling, and you’re not doing enough

All the parts that you’re not willing..

Someone gladly will pick up.

So if you love me like you say you do,

Keep me in mind like you do to you.

Love with no limits so it’s meant to be true.