AT STAKE
What did you think
when you gave that cat a call?
Did you think It'd make me want you?
Did you think It'd turn me on at all?
Well that's exactly what it did,
that's exactly what it did not do.
Or did you think that I'd be so hypocritical
as to have this gift and not
use it to be political?
At this point,
what I think's what I say.
So go on and burn me at yours
'cause I got nothing left at stake.
That love you've got,
save it for your hands.
You might act like one,
but keep it in your pants.
Well that's exactly what you did.
That's exactly what you did not do.
Oh my patience, don't you abuse it.
See I got this gun and I'm
waiting for an excuse to use it.
At this point,
what I think's what I say.
So go on and burn me at yours
'cause I got nothing left at stake.
Can't help it you're just
more visually stimulated.
Strip bars and magazines
my stomach can't tolerate it.
Who made that lie?
I can guess you know,
some ass in need of excuse
to fuck around a hundred years ago.
My words are the weapons
of ten thousand armies
ripping my throat to rage with war,
that you can't understand
so still you court me
if not as the wife
than at least as the whore.
So to your dismay
I must confess
that there is gall that drips
from the curve of my breast.
Or did you think that I'd be so hypocritical,
as to have this gift and
not use it to be political?
At this point,
what you think's what I say.
So go on & burn me at yours
'cause I got nothing left at stake.