At stake

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 ass in need of excuse to fuck 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 whore

So to your dismay, I must confess

That there is gall that drips, from the curve of my breast