melissaahowells
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The Lesson
I am not your woman; you are not my friend.
And now you've made it simple for this farce to end.
Who was I, your Scarecrow?
Oh, if I only had a brain...
I would have eased on down the road,
Not waited while you sang that old refrain.
While your mouth is lolling open,
I know just what to do...
I'll grab my coat and self-respect and
walk right out on you.
There've been too many smart remarks,
So many verbal slaps.
Say is your brain just stuck in park,
Or do you need a map?
We live in different countries now,
And I don't sing to your tune.
There'll be no more beating of this brow,
I'm not the one you're screwin.
Still, its the same age-old battle,
But you can't make me grind the axe.
It's the hardest lesson I've had to learn,
When I confused love with sex.
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright 2002
And now you've made it simple for this farce to end.
Who was I, your Scarecrow?
Oh, if I only had a brain...
I would have eased on down the road,
Not waited while you sang that old refrain.
While your mouth is lolling open,
I know just what to do...
I'll grab my coat and self-respect and
walk right out on you.
There've been too many smart remarks,
So many verbal slaps.
Say is your brain just stuck in park,
Or do you need a map?
We live in different countries now,
And I don't sing to your tune.
There'll be no more beating of this brow,
I'm not the one you're screwin.
Still, its the same age-old battle,
But you can't make me grind the axe.
It's the hardest lesson I've had to learn,
When I confused love with sex.
Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright 2002