You couldn’t save hay in a barn, I said skeptically
As I looked at the hero in front of me
And I took to rolling eyes
At the mountains of the lies
That they tell themselves each time
A female is not made to shine
But sometimes in the hematite
She crystallises what is right
So she can lead you out again
Back into being just a friend
Because there, as all girls know
Are places that he will not go
Only respect and pay dues
But you’re still my rhythm and blues