You canít touch me like that,
Only he can,
Donít use that lame excuse like all the others,
Just get your hands off me,
And learn some decency.
Donít you have any respect?
How can you even think Iíd let you do that?
Iím not a whore,
I donít go from door to door,
Like the last girl you were with.
Iím a person,
And all people have feelings and emotions,
That you just turned from sweet to sour.
Canít you learn how to treat people right?
Isnít it just manners that you shouldnít do this?
Iím not yours,
I canít think of one person that would want to be.
Iíll never be now,
So just go away.
Iím never going to be your girl,
So just leave me alone.
I wonít ever be,
So donít touch me.
Why canít you leave me alone?
What gives you the right to even think that?
Girls arenít objects,
Unless they make themselves out to be,
You canít own one,
You canít touch one,
Unless she will be okay with it.
We donít like your rude touch and attitudes,
We canít let it just fly by like you wish.
Who gave you permission to do these things?
Well it sure as hell wasnít me.