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You say she reminds you of me
Well how can that possibly be?

You never took the time to know me…
You never indulged enough to bestow me

How can she remind you of me…?

My scent, the touch of my face, my taste, the way I stake -- my pace!
My morning embrace, my sexy silhouette, my lips, my hips, my thighs, my eyes…

My glance, my stare, the way I wear my hair?

What about my fingernails!?

How can she be like me?
How can anyone ever be?

I’m as sassy as can be
I thought I was unique…

What about the way I speak?
Or the diamonds on my feet?

You say she reminds you of me;
As snooty as can be?

Is her passion just as addictive?
Is her perfume as submissive?

Can she persway you without speech…?

She must have some technique!
Or maybe you’re just easy to please!?

I’m taxing as can be…

And… can she sing like me?
Are her gestures as discrete;
her form so plump, so neat, so sweet, so petite, so engaging, so complete, so mischief?

And… what about my height?

My waist, my un-announcing embrace
Is she gordy as can be?
Can she blend an animal print so neat?

Can she dance to a beat…?

Are her moves graceful to a tee, so distinct, so diverse, so smooth, so sultry, so tastefully sundry, so variously abundant, so discerning elegantly tweet?!?

I’m not trying to impress you,
I’m trying to remind you,
I’m trying to make YOU see!

The wife you chose to be your queen,
To you, should be unique!!!