Wrap me around your strong little finger
I would do the job; I would do it all
Your perfume keeps me strong; it must linger
Waking hours you rob; one day I will fall
Never was I certain who you were for
Never did I know your unstable state
Unforseen circumstances left me sore
Soon I was chased by the guards at your gate
I became like rubber, your spare tire
You trained me to become shock-absorbent
But then, I smelt strongly under fire
The sweat I worked for you became pungent
Was this the end? Had I been stretched too thin?
I suffer for your polygamous sin