SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOUR SOUL SONG

She doesn't love you song, by cupideros.

She doesn’t love you song, by Cupideros.

 

SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOUR SOUL

(C) by Cupideros, January 28, 2020

CHORUS
She doesn’t love your soul.
She’s got the body heat of hard gold.
So, Boy, stop trying to cajole
The girl with a robot’s heart–oh no!

She won’t and can’t love you, Boy,
And you can’t buy a girl-child tart,
Walking gold, self-seeking resources,
Seeing your fat wallet instead of your soul!

VERSE 1:
Why don’t you stop trying to love her, Boy?
She was born at the boiling point of gold.
She cooled at the ripe age of twelve;
Her heart proficient in the art of scold,
Shame, test, belittle, nag, nag your soul.

Her body is hot! Oh yeah, it’s hot!
Oh boy, I know; don’t I know it’s so.
She’s a hot, love Thot
Seeking to be sold,
To the highest, richest man.

VERSE 2:
You’re just her Hypergamy game.
You’re her latest Monkey Branch Man.
Nature made her ashamed of her love.
It’s Problem 31 all over again. Watch out!
Hypogamy is not her thang, No. Oh boy!

CHORUS
She doesn’t love your soul.
She’s got the body heat of hard gold.
So, Boy, stop trying to cajole
The girl with a robot’s heart–oh no!

She won’t and can’t love you, Boy,
And you can’t buy a girl-child tart–
Walking gold, self-seeking resources,
Seeing your fat wallet instead of your soul!

VERSE 3:
You’re looking for your NAWALT
That rare Unicorn bred to solve Problem 31.
The sweetest wine; the earth’s precious salt,
Given from the wise living Gods.

But she’s locked in an error tumbler vault.
Messed up by the Clown World of 1 percent-ers;
Descendants of the Sodom and Gomorrah World
That does not believe men are men,
That does not believe women are women, oh, no!

VERSE 4:
Divorce laws made her a revolving door,
A heat-seeking frame out for pure assets.
She’s a girl-child tart without a loving heart.
She’s turned everything she hates into Hate Laws.
She’s one and the same a beautiful frame
With the morals of a wild wild west outlaw.

Boy, don’t you know she can’t love!
She’s a perpetual wounded dove!
Wounded doves can’t love.
Wounded doves can’t, cannot love!

BRIDGE:
You go inside her once, twice, or thrice.
Oh Boy, you rolled the dice!
And came out with a child,
And 80 years of Thot cash payments.
Bills you pay, without access to loving.

CHORUS
She doesn’t love your soul.
She’s got the body heat of hard gold.
So, Boy, stop trying to cajole
The girl with a robot’s heart–oh no!

She won’t and can’t love you, Boy,
And you can’t buy a girl-child tart–
Walking gold, self-seeking resources,
Seeing your fat wallet instead of your soul!

Two people, a young female violinist and an ex-priest who no longer believes in God, made a choice as they sailed to America from Australia. This caused them to be abandoned to Makta Island, where reportedly cannibals hold rituals. The young violinist and ex-priests struggle with their environment, each other ideas, feelings, and thoughts as they try to survive until another ship passes by the island within 6 months. 98,578 words

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