I’ve always been somebody’s trophy
They want me and fight hard to win
But when I’m finally won over
I’m tossed in a corner again
I hang upon a muscled arm
A pretty bauble to be admired
They show me off to all their friends
An object to be desired
But when it comes to time alone
They have no time for me
They spend their hours at work or play
No attention do I see
Always left to my own device
Until it’s time again
To take me from the mantelpiece
The trophy they fought to win

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