The Under Thumb

Every time I stand,

It’s like you want me to cower.

And every time I go,

You say, ‘hold on a little longer, baby’

And it’s not right,

That it feels right,

Whenever you crush your hand in mine,

Never Release.

I’ll I have is a second more,

Before you slap me.

Listen, I’m sorry

For the way I act, you know

I get so mad

When they look at you like that.

And why do you have to wear

Such revealing clothes? You know

It’s just me you need,

And it’s me you already have.

He’s so dignified.

He never bats an eyelash.

Prove it, that he’s powerful,

Prove it, that he needs control.

And I can’t get,

That I can get,

Him so worked up over me,

I Never Believe,

That I have this tendency

To attract insecurity.

‘Listen, I’m sorry

For loving you so much,’ he’ll say

Sarcastically;

We know it’s usually my fault.

And why do you have to be

So damn innocent? You don’t know

That all men are dicks.

He shouldn’t have to explain this.

He uses that excuse so often, and

I thought he was different.

And it’s not right,

That it feels right,

Whenever you crush your hand in mine,

Never Release

Oh, I Never Believed

That I have this tendency

To attract insecurity.

Listen, I’m sorry,

But,

Every time I stand,

It’s like you want me to cower.

Every time I go,

It’s, ‘Hold on a little longer, baby,’

And it’s not right,

That it feels right,

Whenever you crush your hand in mine,

Never Release,

I’ll I have is a second more,

Before you slap me.

Listen, I’m sorry

For the way I act, you know

I get so mad

When they look at you like that.

And why, do you have to wear

Such revealing clothes? You know

It’s just me you need,

And it’s me you already have.

I know;

It’s just me he needs,

And it’s me he already has.