A New Woman
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THE RIB

You could have proven the trust
By not looking at a single lady
To go by your word she is the ultimate one
Why twist the words to make them seem more than they're meant to mean
Your tone made them all the more expensive
Now she sees it was just a cheap tactic to get to her
Yet she still loves you even though what you're doing is wrong in the eyes of the al-mighty you know what you're doing

Then you always cry and ask her what is wrong
She doesn't want to talk to you so leave her
She is made from a rib
Have patience she will only break if you don't



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