Ain't your Bitch

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.