That wasn't enough to make me love you

And when you brought me cans of soda
That wasn't good enough either

And when you made me food
Not that

And when you put my stuff away in my bag
That didn't do it, either

And when you threw yourself at me, sexually, despite me rejecting you
When I finally gave in and humped you
That wasn't because I loved you

And the reasons I love the girl who makes me work hard, and doesn't bring me food and drinks and wait on me isn't because I like people who don't treat me right
It's because I like people who make me treat us right