She was tired of being a lady
As she sat prim and proper her eyes worked the room. She was dying to live Really LIVE To be kissed like she'd never even imagined To be handled by a MAN One who wasn't intimidated A man with a fierce desire who would grab her and take what he wanted. Instead they brought flowers and candy And commented on her dresses Oh, isn't she handsome? Sometimes they would be brazen And reach for her hand But she was tired of being a lady and she needed a man.
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