The one you call when you need a piece.
When you are lonely…horny
Because I cant be that girl anymore.
I can’t be your late night call,
Speed dial me as another girl leaves.
No! I wont sit back…and let you
Have your way (with me) anymore.
Don’t tell me to come…when you need it,
You don’t need it, and I
Don’t want it…I cant be the one.
Call someone else…tell someone else
Your problems because I have my own.
And I cant be that girl anymore,
I am not longer a girl…I am
Your object…yes
An object of your affection…
Rather desire, lust…control yourself!
And don’t reach for me,
Don’t touch me…I am not yours.
I am not yours to be made to feel
Dirty, useless feel empty.
I wont be that girl anymore,
You know me too well,
And I hate it…you have seen my
Insecurities…and I loathe it…I hate
Myself for this, so I let you,
But I must love myself so
I cant be that girl anymore.
