My calling is coming
this I can feel
doing hair or writing poems
something o so real.

I've been waiting
for so many years
sickness and pain
and so many tears.

I've wrote so many poems
i've did so many heads
my feet hurt so bad
I can't wait to get in bed.

I'm sweet and I know it
this card I must play
I'm an experienced writer
this i can say.

So help me if you can
let me know what you think
tell me if i'm special
i'll smile, you wink.

Do you like my face
do you like my smile
give me ten seconds
thirty, a mile.

Tell me how you feel
we all make mistakes
tell me what it is
how long will it take.

I know i'm not right
by some things that i do
but sometimes i think
i do them cause of you.

But i won't complain
I won't fuss
I won't be mean
I won't cuss.

I'm a prized possession
I know that much
I won't fall apart
from that fatal little touch.

Sometimes it goes away
i'm talking about my pain
my body doesn't feel
the hurt of being slain.

But like i said before
I'm sweet, a prized possession
and when you take me in your arms
you'll feel my obsession.