I treat all women I meet with respect
They’ve as much right to this world as I do
I never see them as a sex object
Cos’ I’ve a cross to bear and sins to rue
Just one excuse – That was all they needed
And then they made my life a living hell
Time didn’t matter. Reason wasn’t heeded
And the question of why was lost as well
An unworthy maggot – of me they deem
They kept demanding an apology
My confidence was blown to smithereens
And I’ve become great at saying sorry
But I finally realised years later
You had me wrapped ‘round your little finger
22nd February 2004
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