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Why do we give our treasure away? Without measuring the worth of the promises,, signing on a dotted line, being sure and secure for more that the fleeting moment it takes to say No. Yes. Maybe. Call me Baby, or sweetheart. Buy me dinner. Buy me a ticket. Bribe me with stolen kisses And promises of better things to come. Melt chocolate on my lips While you dip in my pot of gold. Make with me and come Take from me and go And leave me wondering Why we women give our treasures away? |