Complexive

You want me to be yours
But not with you now
You want me to be a whore
And a Saint of course
Never look for another man
or yes I can
In your fantasies
I can fuck them all
Just to turn you on
And me
Yes it's sweet of you
I have a right to pleasure
I have a right to smile
I have a right to dance
as you wish as you play
when you came here
to look
then all is broken again
then you feel hurt and me
complexive nature
don't you like this?
I though you do
So it's broken now
Of course
but you say you will miss me
you will I am sure
and I will
Thats how is it
We can't do anything