no, it's you – i swear, it's not me
if you can't treat someone right you should just set them free

a love story that could have been both adventurous and bold
ours is one that shall never be told

your idea of sexy was acting boy-cheesy
mine does not make me feel "o-hell no, that's sleazy!"

to me a man is tender and bright
a world full of wonder, passion and delight

a family one day seems nice to me too
but from where i stand a baby is not the same as a boo

the raising of you should have been your parents' job
hear me out, i don't mean to sound like a snob

but really, why put all this pressure on me?
you're older, you've traveled, got a higher degree

i don't care where you're from, what you've done in your life,
but if you ever want to make a Real Woman your wife

then listen to me, these words are true
i think you need to change, alter all bits of you

how to treat a woman, i gave you the clues
though you seemed too busy with your mental abuse

a "poor little boy" with eyes so sad
i tried to help, and of course you got mad

when all your petty issues i could solve with ease
you created a situation not of emotions but of word grease

always wanting me to listen and give
boy, you ought to know – a Woman needs to live!

but you needed me to sit and again listen to your story
simply pathetic, not a single ounce of glory

the thing you loved most about me was that i'm so bright
so let me now on your idiocy shed some light

if you know a woman clever, a treasure, pure quality is
then why did you not treat me better than this?

actions speak louder than words, always will
a high degree perhaps, but dumber than most still

if you see me in town, it's okay for you to greet
but no more than that, i don't need for us to meet

to talk and all that, have you put your arm around me
there's nothing there for anyone to see

tried my best to not become digusted by your presence, thus
that failed when you tried to lie to the both of us

when spotting your lies, you kept stating them as true
when truth came out, alas, there was the real you

you broke down, stating you wished it weren't so
but all there was left was for you to let me go

now, don't get me wrong, this is not about cheating
just a story about a person mistreating

calling it love, lust, passion, whatnot
ah, who cares, never bothered me a lot

now, as you read these words from me to you
understand what i need for you to do

before looking for others, find yourself first
otherwise your life will be one of thirst

never fully fed, satisfied and glad
you'll be annoying, friendless and sad

but, please, if you find someone as good for you as i
keep this person in an esteem so high

don't waste the chances you get for free
life is too precious, don't let time be

for you and I it's over – stop your cry
may you live well, reach your goals, good-bye