Free me
Free a woman of her need to be saccharine
Sticky, tacky, sweet, made by god to be seen
Free her
She’s dipped her hands in honey
And tied her hair up perfectly
Mascara tears too runny
It was to avoid anyone hurting me
Watch them
Men can be bitter
So strong you feel it in your eyes
She's not a quitter
She grins and bears it, and lies.
Because she fears
The barbed wire taste
And the sound in her ears
The look on his face
She sweetens her response with syrup
Tells him that’s not how she meant it
The pot of black coffee she can't stand to stir up
Because he took her answer and bent it.
Men are like char
One wrong move
And you’ve gone too far
One wrong word
And you’re a baby bird
He's a snake with an appetite
For the sweetest thing,
He could ever bite