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Delicate Flower


I wonder if they think I'm a delicate flower? Unable to hold my own, with no will-power Watching over me like I might falter So that I won't break the promise I made at the alter. Do they not know me? Do they think I will stray? I won't walk away from the man who loves me night 'n day. Those are just boys; simply guys that I know I'm out to have but will not pass go I have no intention of playing the field I do not need you to be my human shield I have come out to dance and have a good time No need to treat them like dirt or green slime We are all adults each and every one I have not come here to pick out a new hun Let them talk, let them admire They won't get anything but a cold shower I know where I belong, it's home with my man That's how I end the night, knowing that's my plan
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