That Girl

That Girl

I'm not that girl
the one you're looking for;
I've walked your arrogant road,
dealt with your kind before.

I'm not that girl;
I won't fall for luxurious lies.
I might blush and laugh, but
won't let your hand upon my thigh.

I'm not that girl;
I'm got a lot more class
and next time you think of me
you'll know your chance has passed.

I'm not that girl,
you can't sweep me off my feet
I'm firmly grounded; well versed,
in all things sickly sweet.

I'm not that girl;
I won't bow down before a man;
trust I've got my pride
and on two feet I stand.

I'm not that girl;
please, excuse my french;
my ire has been tendered.
I'll be damned if I'm that wench.

No, I'm not that girl;
I'll ask not for your kiss;
if you want my attention,
all but respect is remiss.

You see...

I'm that girl,
the one your hands can't reach;
never again manipulated
by the myths you tend to preach.

I'm that girl,
I demand utmost respect;
Every ounce you give up
makes you less suspect.

I'm that girl;
yes, I'll always win.
If you want to know my heart,
give me a true-blue pen.