I’m not so small as they try to market;
I’m not so calm, nor am I so harmless.
Mine is not a fire fed by chemical,
And what kind of Lover would I be if I didn’t let you know?
I’m not in line with the clean-cut kindness,
Like, “Just knock ten times if you need some guidance.”
But I know what you’re made of, I know what you’re hungry for—
And what kind of Lover would I be if I didn’t want it more?
So if at the ride’s end you’re ever tired & weak
And find you’re needing someone
To confide in, you can abide in Me;
I can be your all, ‘cause
There’s still time
To love you like I hope to someday.
Pay no mind;
She’s only in it for the head rush anyway.
I’m not so vain that I need to impress you,
And you’re not so brave that I need you at My rescue.
Don’t matter what you do, it doesn’t matter who’s involved—
What kind of Lover would I be if it mattered at all?
So you might’ve fought Me, you might’ve thought I lied
Or thought you caught Me tongue-tied.
It didn’t phase Me; turn the page & find
I’m not gonna change My mind, ‘cause