What’s the point of limiting me to one choice?
What’s the point of making me date just one guy?
Faithfulness is for wimps,
Am too brave for this.

Why the hell are you making so many promises?
We know you all cheat and lie,
We both know you will leave or die,
What’s wrong with me leaving myself with choices?

Why must i promise to never leave?
Why must i be the mother of your kids?
You won’t pay me a dime,
For loosing my body and for all my time,
Do you think you deserve me or my time?

Am too good for you,
Am too bright to be commanded around by you,
Am too gorgeous to carry babies for you,
So please just quit making me into a wife.
Ama be single for life

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