I’m not the type of woman to be number two or three or maybe even number four
No telling how many woman you have knocking on your back door.
I need to feel adored 
So why are you around at my door at four? 
For so long I wanted to be number one! 
And when my time begun 
I forgot to realize that something always comes after one
So that number was no longer good to me
I then realized I need to be your one and only                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    