Give her your home, I don’t need that from you

Give her your Children, Don’t need those either

Give her your heart, if you really have too

Give her all those things, because she can’t have you

Come to me for all your pleasures

I take what I want, and know what you need

I have that dark spot that she can’t touch

You give me gold and treasures

I am your Mistress


Let her think that you work for her

You better treat that woman right

Keep your sins a secret from her

Suffer you dog, suffer, suffer



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