Ain't your Bitch
I'm afraid you just don't flick my switch.
You had green eyes I thought were blue,
You liked me, I kinda liked you to,
So we talked life and we had a few,
And my lips felt yours right after the brew.
He said, ‘Girl, what do you like to do?’
I don’t know, boy, but it weren’t you.
Boy, I hate to break it to you but I ain’t your bitch—
I’m afraid you just don’t flick my switch,
Who or what lights me up? I don’t know,
First I’ve got to find my inner glow,
What could have happened?
What would be the worst?
I don’t know but I’m my own bitch first!
Don’t get me wrong: I thought you were fit,
I just kinda had enough of it,
You had good manners and you were old school,
Then you seemed to kinda flout the rules,
See, I ain’t screwing you after just three dates—
And no, I don’t care about your mates,
Boy, I hate to break it to you but I ain’t your bitch—
I’m afraid you just don’t flick my switch,
Who or what lights me up? I don’t know,
First I’ve got to find my inner glow,
What could have happened?
What would be the worst?
I don’t know but I’m my own bitch first!
I said I was open, ain’t that enough?
Wanting what you can’t have is tough:
What were you doing trying to convert me?
I’d never be the housewife you’d want me to be;
I’m a modern little lady, like you said yourself;
I’d be a challenge that weren’t good for your health—
Boy, I hate to break it to you but I ain’t your bitch—
I’m afraid you just don’t flick my switch,
Who or what lights me up? I don’t know,
First I’ve got to find my inner glow,
What could have happened?
What would be the worst?
I don’t know but I’m my own bitch first!
I thought you were Catholic,
So what was your hand doing down there?
See, I pondered over this:
You should have asked me first;
If only reactions could be rehearsed,
He said, ‘In cinemas it happens all the time,
People bang on seats to fifty shades.’
It’s not a crime,
Boy, I hate to break it to you but I ain’t your bitch—
I’m afraid you just don’t flick my switch,
Who or what lights me up? I don’t know,
First I’ve got to find my inner glow,
What could have happened?
What would be the worst?
I don’t know but I’m my own bitch first!
He didn’t remember what I did for fun,
I’d told him before, should I get up and run?
He says, ‘I'm attracted as you're genuine.’
Then I thought this could be good again,
Waitress comes over and when she’s gone:
'Girl, you're not confident with orders,'
I’m not having you on.
Boy, I hate to break it to you but I ain’t your bitch—
I’m afraid you just don’t flick my switch,
Who or what lights me up? I don’t know,
First I’ve got to find my inner glow,
What could have happened?
What would be the worst?
I don’t know but I’m my own bitch first!
He even talked about his exes,
And analysed roles of both sexes,
Thinks success looks like marriage and kids,
Well, honey, I wouldn’t place my bids.
I weren’t always gonna wear a dress for you,
Nor straighten my hair,
To me that wouldn’t be true.
Comments (1)
Love Your singing poem ! and the way You approach the ones who are no good for You !