He thinks I don’t know
About the dirty tricks
He’s been pulling
The late night long hours phone calls
The offline
Online sexcapade
Mixed with sweet lies
And a double dose of threat
But he’s in for a big surprise
All the nick names he has for them
“Sweet Thing”
“Sexy Thing”
“Honey Bun”
“Love my Love”
Will be his only source of comfort very soon

All the “I’m Single and Looking”
“I’m gonna make you fall in love with me” advertisements
Are classified now
In a rated R file in the drawer of my mind
Waiting for my last touch of perfection
Can you guess what “R” stands for?
Guess again…

He thinks I don’t know his plan
To hold me captive
Until he’s ready to say “go ahead and leave, I don’t need you no more”
But he has no clue
What I have under my own sleeve
Look under the hat
Is it a bird?
Is it a rabbit?
Or, is it you crying me a river?
Sorry, but the show is over

He thinks he has me wrapped around his finger
While he’s out there looking for new excitement
But his world is about to crumble
And he has no idea
My last dance
Under the rain
Is waving adios to all unwanted pain

He thinks I am his forever
While he’s using me as his temporary
And I roll on the floor laughing
Each time I think about this funny joke
Great opportunity
Is awaiting a little boat
To sail its way out of trouble
Let it float
Let it rock

He thinks he knows me
Well enough to play me
But his game days are over
And he still has no clue
About the next hidden chapters
Of my life

He thinks he owns me
Meanwhile, his right of ownership
Has expired without a renewal option
And he’s clueless about it

Pretty woman with a brain
Is ready to turn the table
Without any lies
Without any tricks
And with the grace of God
All shall be well
“V” is for victory
And victory is mine

 
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