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 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 got, save it for your hands You may act like one, but keep it in your pants 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 a** in need of excuse to f** 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 who*e So to your dismay, I must confess That there is gall that drips, from the curve of my breast