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I don't own you,

can't even claim you.

Then why do I get so mad,

to see you with her?

She isn't pretty,

isn't even nice.

But she is everywhere,

the one on the corner,

the one in the deli.

I'm just a friend it seems,

yet I love you with everything.

Are you flirting with her,

or am I imagining?

I love you so much,

can't you see?

Do you see the look in my eye,

when she comes around?

I wish you were mine,

then I could hate her without guilt.

Someday I might tell you how I feel.

Till then keep all the her's at bay.