You're Mine -COMPLETED-

-21-

-3rd pov-

You stood on the balcony that looked over the club. The sound of their laughter rose up over the loud music that boomed through the building. You leaned forward, looking down at those dancing below. Your hand running through your (h/c) hair as you placed your hands on the railing. Quietly, you hummed to the song that was playing.

'You don't own me'
'You don't own me'

'Well, let's go'

'But I'm Gerald and I can always have just what I want'

'She's the baddest I would love to flaunt'

'Taking her shopping, you know Yves Saint Laurent'

'But nope, she ain't with it though'

'All because she got her own dough'

'Boss bossed if you don't know'

'She can never be a broke hoe'

'You don't own me'

'I'm not just one of your many toys'

'You don't own me'

'Don't say I can't go with other boys'

'Don't tell me what to do'

'And don't tell me what to say'

'Please, when I got out with you'

'Don't put me on display'

'You don't own me'
'Don't try to change me in anyway'

'You don't own me'

'Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay'

'Don't tell me what to do'

'And don't tell me what to say'

'Please, when I go out with you'

'Don't put me on display'

'Re-really though, honestly'

'I get bored of basic (no)'

'She's the baddest, straight up vicious, texting her asking her'

'If she's alone and if she'd sent some pictures, she said no (what)'

'Well goddamn, she said come over and see it for yourself'

'Never asking for your help, independent woman'

'She ain't for the shelf'