In case you want me
I'm one of those women
Who's always saying yes
For a mere thing
A good night out
A movie, a pub
And in case you have money
I accept a gift
Anything like that:
Like a fake gem,
A chocolate box
Or a piece of satin fabric
And I'll make your wills
I'll tell you half-truths
Always at dimmed light
And I'll make you proud
You'll think you're the best
And that I belong to you
But in the next dawn
Don't you count to twenty
Keep away from me!
Because now you're worthless
You're a turned page,
A ripped out page of my novel