Last night I was looking through my closet
When I found a bag full of your stuff
There was that Valentine's Day card you painted
And a note you wrote me the first time I left.
Do you still have anything of mine?
Is that ring with the heart on your finger,
Or it it rusting in your drawer?
Have you worn those shoes I bought you,
Or are they collecting dust in a box?
Your fingers used to dance all over my body
And rest between my thighs
When they were done, I put them in my pocket
And never gave them back.
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