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SLAVE TRADE...
Why must I be your minion?
To do whatever you please?
Why must I do your bidding?
Bowing down low on my knees?
Why must I be your slavegirl?
Carrying all your things?
Why can't I speak for myself?
Why can't I ever sing?
Why must I be a servant?
Why can't you do it for yourself?
Hold it yourself in the future
Instead of getting someone else.
~*~*~*~
Well no longer shall I follow
You around all day and night
I refuse to answer to beck and call
For my freedom I shall fight!
Do it for yourself, you bitch
I know full well you can
Your afraid of work, its easier
To push it into other's, into my hands.
Well hear me now and hear me well
I'm sick of being bought.
You can't always do that - its a
Lesson you definitely need to be taught.
There's give and take in life you know -
You don't seem to realise.
Look back and see me following you
See the frustration in my eyes.
I'm not the second-rate citizen
You seem to think I'll always be
I'm just always there, your servant
I thought we were friends, but now I see.
~*~*~*~
Every time I get that message
"You are wanted," I'm always there
Cause for some unknown, inane reason,
Unlike you, I really do care!
You've got to learn that buying off,
Although it probably works,
Is a reflection on humanity's greed -
Its not the way a friendship works.
~*~*~*~
And the last verse, in case you haven't yet worked out who its about yet...
And just in case you cannot tell,
I'm really really peeved,
Until you smarten up your act,
That's the end of one-sided, buy-me-off, you-don't-give-a-shit-anyway, you're-better-than-me shopping sprees!