No notes in the morning,
or greeting through out my day,
no wishes of sweet dreams
come my way.

No phone call, no roses,
no e-mail too,
and what is it you
expect me to do?

You pay me no attention,
no none at all,
but you want me to be sexy
when ever you call?

You say that you want
me to see
that your in love,
but how can that be?

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