You have me around
when you feel like it
Eye candy on a shelf
like the flavor of the week
I am not playing that game with you anymore
cause I am not no I'm not like that at all.
Persuasion, sensations
you win, congratulations
tasting, testing,
like I'm your private confection
like sugar is sweet
I cannot lie
one taste of this here candy
makes you wanna die
But Monday and Tuesday, you want something sour
what the hell am I
the flavor of the hour
No disrespect
I am starting to have regrets
what the hell was I thinking
like a trophy on your shelf
a notch in your belt
no I wont cry, hell no
but come this here Thursday
you might see me on the go side
no I wont give any slack
thats just how I react
I am a one man woman
right now your looking bleak
because hell no
I ain't your flavor of the week.
A few strokes of my cat
just ain't gonna do it
a commitment from you
or I telling you you blew it
I don't need a kid
its a man I seek
because I tell you once more
I ain't your flavor of the week
No by goners or side arms
take it back to that bank
you know the one
I wont be just another stank
in your closet to wear
on your shoulder for all to stare
my glare is unfair to all the others
you know who they are your
baby momma wanna Be's
Cause for me at least
life is just a breeze
this ain't no threat
or a skanky hoeing tease.
I am a strong thinking gal
not a sexual freak
Hell no I ain't gonna be your flavor of the week