I don t love
Honey, leave me alone.
Don't remember I swore
To be always your shone.
I just seemed to be yours,
I'm not angel for you.
Closed are doors my boudoir's,
Love 's too good to be true.
I don't want to show off
Neither want to betray.
I'm just tired of your love
And beg you: go away.
You've done everything right
But I don't want to waive.
My man will have his own sight;
It's too late to have slaves.
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