Like my dreams are few, with no gusto
If you could gaze into my heart
You would see it doesn't shoot a man's dart.
If ambitious you want my money
If not so you want my gunny
To clothe may be your shiny slack
To keep you warm and have your back.
Oh man can you not see
In your mother, your sister, your daughter may be?
That a woman's heart is not as you understand
It has more wildfires than yours so bland.
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