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   that's exactly what it did not do.      Did you think that I'd be so hypocritical   as to have this gift and 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've got   save it for your hands.   You might act like one   but keep it in your pants.      Well that's exactly what you did   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   stop, 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.      Did you think that I'd be so hypocritical   as to have this gift and 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