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Wondering
I think of all the things in life l’ve done
I’m better off here alone with no one I’m so hard to handle, so hard to please Knowing no man out there can appease. Them wanting to change the woman so wild Wanting to change me to a whimpering child To tame my power, my fire my guile My thoughts of anger, even my own self-denial As l think and sit here all alone Wondering where has the real men gone |
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