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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