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.
Did you think that I'd be so hypocritical
as to have this gift and 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
stop, 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 then
at least as the whore
So to your dismay
I must confess
that there is gall that drips
from the curve of my breast.
Did you think that I'd be so hypocritical
as to have this gift and 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