My style- it’s called composure
But often mislabeled conservative.
I do not feel the need to provide full disclosure
To every ooh and ahh of past experience,
That’s for me to know, sir, and for you to find out.
That is, if you’re lucky
That is, If you love me
I have been deemed a wallflower
but that’s a false conclusion
I simply don’t engage in the art of illusions-
Those idiotic idioms
they need not apply,
The hem of my skirt need not end at my thigh
I am not pomp nor circumstance
Nor a dog and pony show
For your viewing pleasure
Sir.
I am, however, equal parts vim
and vigor.
The bottom line is
I make no apologies for not subscribing to your antiquated reveries
Or as you call it
“Evolution”.
In the immortal words of Slim Shady,
I am who I say I am,
I dress how I dress,
This, sir, is how I choose to impress.
So don’t be off-put
This isn’t my arm’s length
You certainly can have what you see,
but only if you’re lucky-
and only if you love me.
