My name is Jules, Let’s get this straight, I’ve dated enough To know my fate. You walk in smilin’, Think you’re a catch, I’ve seen your type— You’re copy and batch. You say “Hey baby,” I don’t melt down, I’ve heard that line All over this town. You flex your truck, Your job, your pay, Sir… can you fold A towel? Just say. You talk big game, You puff your chest, But can you sit still And let me rest? Cause I’ve done laundry For grown-ass men, I am NOT Applying again. I cooked, I cleaned, I played it nice, Now I sip wine And roll the dice. You want my time? You want my space? You better come With more than face. I don’t need saving, I paid my dues, I built this life You don’t get to use. And let’s be honest Since we’re here, You ain’t impressin’ Anyone, dear. You think you’re slick, You think you’re bold, I’ve seen better moves From men twice old. And if we’re talkin’ Bedroom charm… Don’t make promises You can’t perform. I’m not your nurse, Your maid, your fix, Your therapist At 2 a.m. texts. You want a queen? Then act like a king, Not some boy Who can’t bring a thing. I’ve got a cat, A porch, a vibe, Fairy lights And my own tribe. Got a giraffe Who’s dressed real clean, And he’s more loyal Than most I’ve seen. So if you knock On my front door, You better be Worth somethin’ more. Cause I don’t chase, And I don’t plead, I plant my flowers And pull my weeds. And if I leave This world one day, Don’t write no man Upon my name. Just carve it bold So all can see: “She lived her life— On HER terms, honey.”
