What Goes Around

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Don't say you own me

You control freak

You think you can claim me

Say one word and make me your object

But just wait...You'll get what's coming to you

What goes around comes around

And I'll make sure of it

So go ahead and tell yourself I'm under your power

Destined to obey your every whim

Like a fucking slave

Exactly. Like a slave.

Only worse.

Go on; call me your little Barbie doll

Dress me, play with me

Get on with it, I know you want to

But just remember

What goes around comes around

I'll make sure of it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*ahem* About a point in time I'd rather not talk about.

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