Unfaithful

I can see your eyes wondering on her skin, her hips, wrest
Breathing fire in to her chest
Am i not good to satisfy your filthy lust
I don't know what i am to you, may be just dust
That in the back of your hands you oust
And when you need it, sweep it to your pan of dust
You keep provoking my resentment and disgust
I really want to thank you for breaking my trust
My trust in myself, my Femininity, and my body