Cross Me Off, Please

Now it's been almost a year,
I want it over with, my dear.
It's been lots of fun
But now I want it done.
Kaput, the end, it's over,
No longer to be your lover.
My heart squeezes as I say this,
But my head tells me I should play this
And tell you that we're through,
So I ask this favor of you -

Don't call me, don't ball me,
Don't fuck me, don't suck me.
Don't use me, abuse me,
Just try to lose me.
No "Let's go and talk",
No "Let's take a walk".
Don't stare at me with your eyes
And make me wet between my thighs.

Don't lift your shorts and show your dick
And beg me for a lick.
Don't come up and squeeze my tit,
Or reach around to rub my clit.
Don't tell me I look nice
And look me over once or twice.

I have more words, I'm not at a loss,
But I think I got my point across.
It should be easy for you;
You've got plenty of chicks.
An "A" and "B" list to decide
Where to get your sex fix.
Yes, it should be easy for you
To forget about me.
I guess I just got tired of being
On the bottom of list "C".