Maybe I don’t want normal, Or necessarily good, They say you’re bad for me, But maybe you’re just misunderstood.
So hit me, grab me, And pull my hair too, Nobody does it better babe, Better than you.
You’re so wrong, But oh so right, But maybe I like that, And how you like to pick a fight. I like the challenge, And I like the game, I’ve got you in my sights, And I’m takin’ aim.
You’re my target, You’re my goal, We’re blacker than black, Darker than coal.
So hit me, grab me, And pull my hair too, Nobody does it better babe, Better than you.
But I’m on par, Baby you’ve met your match, Outstretch them arms and get ready, ‘Cause I’m a fucking catch. Didn’t I mention? Didn’t I say, You’re the bad boy, But damn do I like to play.
I’ve got the experience, I’ve got the expertise, And when I’m finished with you, You’ll be beggin’ on your knees. But I can do it better, You underestimated me, I ain’t no pawn in your game, I’m the master… And you’ll never be free.
I can grab you, And I can pull your hair too, You thought nobody could do it better, Better than you. But I can do it better, And I’ll catch you unawares, I’m flipping them tables on you, So say your prayers.
So hit me and grab me, And pull my hair too, But get ready baby…
For those of you who know who I am, you will be aware of the fact I am a single, 32 year old mother. I have a 9 year old son, and I adore him. That being said, I believe that women my age are often placed under unnecessary pressure to either have children, or be happily married. Our biological clocks are constantly ticking, after all. There is absolutely nothing wrong with ‘still being single’. Don’t allow anybody to make you believe otherwise. Don’t you just hate it when people ask if you’ve ‘found’ someone yet? I’m sure I will find someone, thank you very much. But it’s actually totally acceptable that I haven’t ‘found’ Prince Charming yet. I do in actual fact, hope to fall in love again one day, make more babies and create a life with somebody amazing. But there is nothing wrong with me if I don’t. Yes, it’s lonely and can be frustrating. But these intense and sometimes unpleasant emotions work wonders on my ability to write. So therein, lies the silver lining; always look on the bright side of life, as Monty Python says.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
The landscape’s a-changing, And everybody’s breeding, It ain’t her bandwagon, She ain’t desperately seeking.
Don’t wanna be tied down, Don’t need the label, Don’t need the fairy-tale, Don’t need the fable.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
She’d rather take a ride, On the merry-go-round, She don’t give a fuck, When you don’t make a sound.
It ain’t enough she says, And you can’t tame me, No ball and chain, She’d rather be free.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
She’s got her own rhythm, And she’ll dance to her own beat, She’ll take off, You’d better move your feet.
Can you catch her? Wanna try? Is it worth it, You wonder with a sigh.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
That’s their play, And that’s their game, Not her rules, She ain’t the same.
I’ll have what she’s having, No thank you, That ship has sailed, And that’ll do.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
Have your cake, And eat it too, Oh so happy, But she’ll make do.
She don’t care for the clock, She don’t hear its ticking, She’s having fun, Too busy living.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
It’s a competition, But she don’t need to win, She’d rather live a life, Of lust and sin.
They’re all so happy, And paired off too, But nothing lasts forever so, Joke’s on you.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
Why’s she single? Is there something wrong? Cos she’s been alone, For too damn long.
But she don’t need a pair, To make her happy, She’s fine thank you, Her life ain’t too shabby.
Perpetually single, And lonely too, Settle petal, But not with you.
This is where she’ll stay, This is where she remains, She don’t need your arms, And she don’t need your chains.
Disclaimer – you may think this poem sounds bitter; I’ve been through some fairly fucked up shit in my life, and sometimes on occasion I do feel bitter. Plus, Roger Waters is my muse. If you are familiar with Pink Floyd, you will be aware that their music and lyrics are quite dark. Like my soul. Joking. Or am I?
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