Is it my fault that my eyes are wide like berries?
Is it my fault that i dance like I´m the only woman left?
Is it my fault that my breasts are like cherries?
And when I love they melt like the sweetest jam.
The whole world blames me for standning,
Standing there like I have nothing to lose,
With all my pride and all my scares bleeding,
But still rocking on that Blues.
They tell me to cover up my sholders,
But fools can´t hide my divine wings,
And I rise from the dust bolder,
To show who´s God for these Kings.
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A madman
A man that would be ready to give up his soul and his beating heart, believing that mine is worth more is a madman. A heart of a woman that is pure is worth dying for. A soul of a woman that is in need for care and love is worth living for. A sacrifice that can be called a matter of honour is when a loved one sacrificed themselves long before you even knew what a unconditional love means.
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