I think of all the things in life l’ve done
I’m better off here alone with no one
I’m so hard to handle, so hard to please
Knowing no man out there can appease.
Them wanting to change the woman so wild
Wanting to change me to a whimpering child
To tame my power, my fire my guile
My thoughts of anger, even my own self-denial
As l think and sit here all alone
Wondering where has the real men gone