All that glitters
Is not gold
She is young
You are old
Yours are brass
Hers are gold
She won’t mend
You won’t heal
She is callous
You can’t feel
She’s a slut
You’re a heel
She wants sex
You say dawn
She wants it now
You just yawn
She manipulates
You’re a pawn
She wants a thrill
You pop a blue pill
She’s the cash cow
You will bow
Roles reverse
You’re perverse
She’s the master
You’re the slave
Better behave!
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