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owned

baby noone owns me.
i am not a possesion to be had.
i dont come on sale..
you cant order me.
i walk in my world
and you,
YOU are just a bystander.
a mindless being wandering around.
the moment you said MINE
i said goodbye.
i am a strong independent woman
i can hold my own.
i dont NEED you.
you think cuz your man i melt
with one look in your eyes.
honey you got a little something to learn.
she might have been like that
but not me, not i , not myself.
i am not OWNED.

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