I'll take some of this, I'll have some of that
And several more of these
Now that I see it, I know what I like
So I'll like it if you please
I ain't nobody's princess, stuck in Sunday School
So I'll help myself to love
And have the whole career
Don't wrap it up, I'll eat it here
Just look at you now, the ultimate guy
Class and wit and style
Once I might have pretended, to be someone else
Attracting you with guile
But now I'm not about to dress up, in some other woman