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Dont cry beautiful woman,

lift your head up in the sky,

He was not the man you wanted,

I though that he was your prince,

your perfect man,

I knew he was using you,

but my words were not taking serious

I am with your pain

I also and weeping in tears cause you are my princess

Hear is my shoulder so you can lean on,

if you are in anger here is my hear so you can toss,

punch it and get all of your anger out

When you drop and cry again

hear are my arms to lift you,

my ear to listen

I know you may still not know this

but you are my world,

I have not told you this

cause I am not your type,

I am not a prince

Dont have what you are looking for,

no car, no house, no, money

But I have something

your princess have lack of,

and they may never will have,

I have arms to hold your body,

mouth to say I love you,

legs to walk you to your house,

eyes to cry for you when you are sad and

lastly a heart

so you can hold and be confident.

But I stay silent and hope for the day

that you see this slave is the only man you need.