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The Ballad of Rodney

His eyes likes sweet mother earth
when he looks at me
Broad shoulders the color
of milk and honey

We were never meant to be
nor did I belong to his body
But I felt him inside me each
night that I closed my eyes

This man I speak of was everything
and so little to me at that
Am I wrong for wanting him to take
me and fuck me without mercy?

He is in my blood and I am sick
with or without him
The best drug to invade my walls
and penetrate my spirit

Oh someone help me before he
does it all over again
I can't take another night of wanting
and no satisfaction

Those pecks of sinful glory melt
and bond with my skin
Although I know it will never last
I can't help but feel joined to him

Maybe I am wrong and here's the
reason why
I am his sister, the bitch who
has faith in such a lie