Hang on, stitching together your page...
I know who I am I can’t annul.
Boys will ogle me with feelings lusty,
looking at my chest though I’m not busty,
say to me nice words that are untrusty.
These are things I can’t control.
Words like these may seem like they portend
that against him I’ve intentions vicious.
He should not be greedy, avaricious
for he has a thing that is more precious.
He is one who I call friend.