he loves me, 

he loves my body but not my mind

he tells his friends of how wonderful i am 

how nice my car may be and how well my legs are shaped 

never once held my hand or kissed me in public 

nothing but a trophy to him a thing to show off

whenever on dates i need to be my best or all those hours will be a waste

one look in his eyes and i see it now he will never love me or learn how 

i guess i know he loves me not