To sir,with love-part III

Am I worth a squeeze,sir?
Am I worth a squeeze?
Would you make a run for me,sir?
Would you sweep me off my feet?
Or we will always make love in that shabby little room,
too busy to get down to the real business.
No time for 'love'.

Am I worth a squeeze,sir?
Am I worth a squeeze?
Did your hands reach down to your groin
when you saw me undressing?

Am I worth a squeeze,sir?
Am I worth a squeeze?
I wonder if you felt anything when you stroked my thigh.
Or was that just good ol' foreplay?
Always gets me warmed up,right?

Am I worth a squeeze,sir?
Am I worth a squeeze?
Did you feel my heart beating while 'feeling me up'?
Did you hear my lips shivering while kissing them to death?
Or was it 'part of the plan'?

Am I worth a squeeze,sir?
Am I worth a squeeze?
Did you see my vulnerability when I spread my legs?
Did you feel my tears when I succumbed to your embrace?
Maybe you were too busy pressing your erection against me.
You were never comfortable with 'feelings',I should've known.

Am I worth a squeeze,sir?
Am I worth a squeeze?
Would you care to listen to me talking after we're done?
Would you like to know if I read?
Would you like to know if I prefer beer or red wine?
Would you like to know why I had my very first cigarette?
Would you like to know why I'm so obsessed with pain?
Would you care to read if I wrote you a poem?

 Am I worth a squeeze,sir?
Am I worth a squeeze?
Would you look at my eyes and say that you had a good time?
Would you care to help me with the tea bag?
Would you thank me after the foot massage?

I detest anything pretty,sir.
Because it reminds me of my past.
Because it reminds me of the happy go lucky teenager with a gap-toothed smile.
Because it reminds me of what I used to be,
before I messed it all up.
Ugly,cynic,messy,
with tobacco stains and beer belly,
fighting hangovers with self abuse,
refusing to wax her legs for months
just because she didn't want them to look 'pretty'.
That's me,sir.
Do you still want to see me?

You never courted me,sir.
Is it too late to (try to) detoxify our highly dysfunctional 'friendship'?
Is it too late to go for a long walk,hand in hand?
Is it too late to look at the horizon and just feel the silence?
Is it too late to fight over phuchka bills and then laugh our ass off?
If we still have some hope,you know where to find me.