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Good grief
What's my beef?
Because I have fun
I won't be the one

Who keeps your life boring
When the rain of you is pouring
Across the roof onto the ground
You said it's better without me around

I am a party dolly
For men and their folly
Blow me up and have a feel
Go ahead---pretend I'm real

Do those things to me not your wife
As she's given up on her sex life
I want a husband, yes I do
But I'm deflated when their through

They might call me honey in the dark
Or think I'm softness as they park
Their body on me in the night
To go home fore the days first light

Burns their skin like a vampire
I only fill their man desire
As they suck the blood out of my air
I'm a party dolly and they don't care

If they keep me in a dark place
Where their little lies they face
In the poetry enclosed in my computer banks
They at times don't even say thanks

They pass me out to be taken
Fill me full of air forsaken
To them I am a game to play
Until I spring a leak
And they throw me away...

10/3/2006 0444 cj

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