If I were your woman and not just your mistress,
would we then go out in public and would my kisses not just be dismissed.
Could you then see me for more than just a some
ta-ta's and a piece of ass, 
maybe then you would treat me with more respect or like I had some class.
Would you speak to me deeply or even look me in my eyes, 
treat me just a little kinder and not just rush between my thighs.
Would you rub your hands all over me instead of just quickly finishing the race.
How about remembering my birthday and being on time with it, instead of 2 or 3 days late.
I really can't be mad at you because all of this non-sense I allow.
Instead of letting it go on I should just let you go, and applaud myself, then take my bow.
Yet I sit here waiting for your pain, as if I am nothing or not worthy to be treated like a queen.
For your abuse I shake for as if I was a dope fiend.
I will leave you and soon, soon it will be seen...
but right now I want you home baby...

You know what I mean...