Change

I lick your boots,

And I see it’s dirty,

But I lick it on and on,

Cause you think it’s pretty.

 

You see me, you love me,

More and more.

You see me without my clothes,

You love me even more.

 

I wash your dishes,

I wash your clothes,

You wash your sins,

By giving hundred more.

 

You killed the girl inside me,

To show what a woman I am.

You chained the man inside you,

To show what an animal you are.

 

I am the victim,

And I am the sinner,

I let you use me,

Now I won’t be the same ever.

 

Change is good. Is it?