I’m not a present,
I’m not a price in a lottery
And there are limits
to the things you can do to me
I’m not a pillow,
I’m not a thing you can rest upon
Wake up, get it right now,
or you’re gonna find your good thing gone
Could you be a little more
like a good man
a good man
And I am sure that I can be
a good girl-a good girl
If you don’t want me
I wouldn’t keep you a single day
Why do you hold me
if all you want is to go and play?
you make me bitching,
and I don’t like the way it makes me look
Put in some effort,
or you’re no longer in my book
Want you to love me
and please me
and hug me
and tease me