All my life I've dreamed of a love,
Someone who understands where I'm coming from,
And every time I believe I've found the one,
Something changes within him some,
Tells me Im the best thing in his life,
Then shows me off like Im some trophy wife,
Asks me to buy things left and right,
But can't find a job to save his life,
Tells me words so sweet and kind,
Loves another woman the whole time,
To men Im just a thing,
A pretty face,
Something to keep,
Maybe I should give up on the love I want,
For it seems when people see me,
All they see is a pretty face.
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