Don't Touch What You Don't Understand

You wanna touch the sleeve of my blouse?
Is it that difficult to resist my charms?
Or just why don't you pretend that I don't drive you mad?
So what if I'm alluring to you.

You think that my hair looks pretty
I've got soft, white skin
My style is unique, it's dream-like
I brought you to another world
I raise the bar, you say
I'm your little muse
But dear, you've gotten all confused

I won't play the muse
Cause I won't sit for you
A pretty picture just to admire and use
I'm a living, breathing child of God
Created to create
To be loved the way you wanna be loved
It's so damn shallow the way you care for me

Babe, stop all this objectifyin'
It's like you never had a mother
Respect a lady please
If you wanna call yourself a man
Your Ego, it's gotten out of hand
Why don't you take a minute to reflect
On your actions
You know the ones that make us cry

I won't be liked the way you wanna like me
So if that's your deal, no compromise
Well, you keep your hands in your pockets
Cause from now on we are just gonna talk
And you'll lose what you could've had
And I'll have a good laugh