Steven A. Jent

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No Means No

It’s time to say goodnight.

I thought the evening went all right.

But suddenly it’s all going wrong.

You heard what I just said.

We’re not going to bed.

So quit putting your hands where they don’t belong.

 

No means No. You should already know.

Why is that so hard to understand?

No means No. Now I just want you to go

And think about what it means to be a man.

 

Maybe you’re not pleased.

That doesn’t make me a tease

Because I didn’t respond like you hoped I would.

There’s nothing more to say,

So please just go away

Before I put my knee where it does the most good.

 

No means No. Cool your jets, Romeo.

Stop coming on like a hot-blooded alley cat.

No means No. Can’t we just take it slow?

I really thought you wanted more than that.

 

No means No. I’m not saying I’m pure as the driven snow.

That doesn’t mean that I’m some easy score.

No means No. You just blew your chance to show

That you’re the kind of man I was looking for.

So from now on, don’t come near my door.

 

 



All words and music copyright © 1975–2011 Steven A. Jent