My name is Cleopatra No, I don’t need your drama, drama No, I don’t need your ideas No, I don’t need your ghostwriter I’m not your heroine on hold No, I don’t need your consort If you didn’t want me to play with boys Then you should’ve made it fair to bring a woman to a man fight I saw them all coming from miles away You came for my money and stayed carpet tricks in the dead of night Straight like the blade of their double-edged sword Got lost in my pathway full of bends and forks Unpaved roads And all exits burning I had to draw you a map Why do all men hate directions? Oh, what a notion Call me Liz Taylor Call me just a pretty face It’s just propaganda for your screen Lipstick, liability, and lies in 2D Call me a maneater Call me anonymous That’s okay It’s all we’ve always been Call me a stone-cold killer Cause I kill ‘em with preh-preh presentation I saw them all coming from miles away You came for my money and stayed carpet tricks in the dead of night Straight like the blade of their double-edged sword Got lost in my pathway full of bends and forks Unpaved roads And all exits burning I had to draw you a map Why do all men hate directions? Oh, what a notion I am a goddess A woman I am motivated I am she who loved her country I am a queen Got my own empire I am charming I have a mind that thinks its own thoughts I can make my own decisions The girl in your head, she’s not real Does that leave you shocked? Did you gasp? Ahh. Ahh. Ahh. Ahhhhhh. I saw them all coming from miles away You came for my money and stayed carpet tricks in the dead of night Straight like the blade of their double-edged sword Got lost in my pathway full of bends and forks Unpaved roads And all exits burning I had to draw you a map Why do all men hate directions? Oh, what a notion They all lined up and fell like Rome And I needed Rome Cause it’s all floods and famine and war with you boys Thought we both got what we wanted but you couldn’t let it go why all your men choose me over home It wasn’t magic I wasn’t divine You think my power is in my looks and charm That’s bull-shhhhhhhhhhhhh stop talking over me Your tongue can’t do what mine can I kept my poison in my comb Cause I never trust a snake I’ll dig my own dirt and carve the stone of my grave The fifth act is always a killer I didn’t want all the Shakespearean drama This wasn’t Romeo and Juliet dying at the altar What’s in a name sweeter than a comb? You never saw them coming from behind Confidence as vast as the sea Ain’t that knife a bitch in your back? Straight like the blade of their double-edged sword Got lost in my pathway full of bends and forks Unpaved roads And all exits burning I had to draw you a map Why do all men hate directions? Oh, what a notion My name is Cleopatra Condemned to be anonymous evermore Knew the ghostwriter would get me in the end I heard the scratch of his pen millennia away
