Pity

I'll get back in the kitchen I'll wear my hair up for you real nice I'll do all these things But one thing will always stay true your messy attitude Will never convince a woman to lay with you N.C. So get real with yourself You're not the heartbreaker You thought you were destined to be Put your feet down, from my table Its called common courtesy n.c. I doubt you've heard of it Don't test my limit or my generosity Don't stroke my face or these feminine hands Will cut your fingers to bleed Your masculinity is so fragile I could break you with a tap Your fragments like So lets have a dramatic ending glad