Speak Softly

"Speak Softly"
2012

Baby, what I need from you
Is a little, "here and now"
'Cause you speak of yesterdays
And I hear you wonder how
Your phone has fallen silent
And nobody wants to ring
So you grab your blackened book
To start recalling everything
First you try the blondes
And then you try the reds
Then you convince yourself
You prefer brunettes instead
But we both know the truth
I see the desperate in your eyes
Then you come over to impress me
By telling all your lies
As you start leaning in
To whisper in my ear
Trying to figure out the things
That I may want to hear
But what you fail to see
Is I'm not fond of tales
And it's when a man speaks softly
That his bigger stick prevails
And now what I get from you
Is a little, "how it was"
As you speak of yesterdays
Since nobody ever does
Oh, but I'm not interested
In anything but truth
And I think immaturity
Is an insult to our youth
So you better try the blondes
Then you can try the reds
As you convince yourself
You prefer brunettes instead
But we both know the truth
I see the desperate in your eyes
So friend you can't impress me
By telling all your lies
As you start leaning in
To whisper in my ear
Trying to figure out the things
That I may want to hear
But what you fail to see
Is I'm not fond of tales
And it's when a man speaks softly
That his bigger stick prevails
Oh, I see you walking tall
And that's alright with me
But you've let your pride become
An imagined right to be
Here all up in my face
Hiding horns behind a grin
And claiming that my place
Is where you should be in
But honey, I don't roll that way
I don't know you from the wall
And my heels are dug in deep
To make sure I'll never fall
For the tired sort of tricks
You've pulled out from your bag
And keep what's up your sleeve
That's left you so inclined to brag
About bedding all the blondes
And leaving all the reds
As you convince yourself
You prefer brunettes instead
But we both know the truth
I see the desperate in your eyes
So friend you can't impress me
By telling all your lies
As you start leaning in
To whisper in my ear
Trying to figure out the things
That I may want to hear
But what you fail to see
Is I'm not fond of tales
And it's when a man speaks softly
That his bigger stick prevails
See, the owner of the magic stick
Should never have to boast
Unless he's really insecure
Then he's sure to talk the most
And then he'll overcompensate
With sharp clothes and shiny things
Thinking he can buy my heart
And own the body that it brings
But that will never happen
In this life or the next
'Cause I won't be the latest notch
That belt of his collects
So you go back to your blondes
Or crawl back to the reds
Or stay here and buy a drink
For those brunettes instead
But we both know the truth
I see the desperate in your eyes
So friend you can't impress me
By telling all your lies
So please don't bother leaning in
To whisper in my ear
Since you'll never figure out the things
That I may want to hear
'Cause the signs you failed to read
Or even understand
Are gonna send you home tonight
And help that stick to meet your hand...