Like the delicate rose
She disclosed all her sins
to the ones who got close.

I never claimed to feel shame.
You never said you wanted it that way.
I'm not a good woman and I'm not
looking for a good woman, or a man.

You want a slow roll?
I can't do that.
Every prospect loses its prospective
when you inevitably ask:
What's in your pants?
Do you believe in God?
Are you invested in retirement?

You want a slow, slow roll?
That's cute, sweetie -- but for
the sanctity of my heart, and my literal safety,
I better disclose right from jump.
I have a pair of *******.
I have a *****.
I have a heartbeat, beating fiercely. Do you?

I never claimed to feel shame.
You never said you wanted it that way.
I'm not a good woman and I'm not
looking for a good woman, or a man.

I'm rarely myself, I try to stay alone
My true feelings can't be shown
Because if they don't know me
I often offend, they can't see
Past the heartache and the pain
That drives me insane

So I stay out of sight the best I can
For wearing a mask I simply can't stand
So those that enter my personal bubble
Usually find it a bit troubled

When I get to lonely, the only ones I chose
Those I let close
Those that can take the blows
Of all that I decided to disclose