Don’t you cry now, sweetie,

Just you put that gun away.

All I did was play the part

you wanted me to play.

You thought that you were handsome

and strong, and good in bed;

I just agreed with you,

and you swallowed every word I said

Oh honey, did you really think

you were special dear, unique?

And did you really think I was

so needy and so weak?

I robbed you blind, I left you cryin’

I played you for a fool --

But you’re the one who let me.

Admit it -- it was good for you too

I had a better hand this time --

You’ll win some other day.

It’s a cruel game, but just the same

it’s one that we all play.

I’ve seen you force your hand before;

You’re no angel either, dear.

So put your hands where I can see them,

and let’s get one thing clear:

You’re pathetic; did you really have to

spring for that new tattoo?

Did you really think that I

would choose to stay with you?

I gave you what you wanted --

You returned the favor, too.

We've both made out quite nicely.

Admit it -- it was good for you, too.

By Marian Call http://www.myspace.com/mariancall