The woman that I am

If love was in these hands of mine

I’d surely take the heart of thine

I’d make thee bow before my feet

And then will make thee roam the street

And if thee refuse my orders, then

I shall make thee slave to all of men.

But if thee worship my every needs

I’ll reward thee well of thine good deeds.

I shall make thee an honourable man,

If only thee will acknowledge,

The woman that I am. ©