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You’re not my type

From the moment we met 
I knew it wasn’t you
No way, not even on a bet
But what’s a good girl to do?

You see, the odd thing with me is
I’m not just what you see
Not just white & blue, but reds too
Not beige, or silly taupe, imma be me

Raised right, moral fiber strong
I know very well right from wrong 

Wild streak? Not that brave
But my precious wants crave
For the challenge of your metal
I want every bite; I won’t settle 

I don’t maim, kick, or ridicule 
My heart bleeds … but imma be me

You’re my Mount Everest, baby
I gotta climb; hit that peak
Oh honey, I’ll be your lady
Come, give me what I seek

Be my right now, my today
But not tomorrow, okay? 

You’re not him, I don’t think
You’re fire to this kindling 
It shouldn’t be, there’s no link
Except this flame is not dwindling 

You’re not my type 
Never gonna be
But come kiss me
’cause imma be me 

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Proffered without comment. *sigh* 

-Stef

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