JUST A WOMAN.

They sing their songs of bitches on heat
Of what they want to give, she knows she wants
Their lust heating up their jeans.

Big bad and dirty, drool at their seems
Itching for a loving
Know what I mean.

Cant keep control so turned on
By images, portrayal of demise
Born to lie, to live and lie right down.

There must be more to life
Than sweaty thighs and school boy dreams
Hanging tongue on the track
Wasted like object – desired and despised.

Well looky here, the time has come
Too late for apologies
The woman has come of age at last.

Join together as one to repel
The borders of your flesh that creeps
From unwarranted attentions sticking to you.

There is refuge from the fray
In mild brown eyes that turn to green
Here tomorrow is always today
You make your choice and so you stay or play.

No need to take the opposite path
This ones just as good
So face the stories, you might be seen as, a bitch in heat
But you are a woman first and foremost – be proud.

And there will always be those
Who say you dress to oh so impress
This might be true, what says you?

But unwarranted attentions sometimes please
So should you crave only these to feel so good
Yet resist when those who bolster your self
Fail to desist?

GRUM