Blood From A Stone

I am calm
Mild and meek
I often do
Avoid to speak

But my mouth says
The words she likes
I play the game
She decides

"Never ask at all time
Keep it disguised
Let no one know"

Tell me, who gave you
These rules?
You never made no promise, boy

Inside I'm not
The way she thinks
She doesn't know
About my salty drinks

But I won't tell
It just never fits
I'd rather swell
Than ask for it

Far underneath
My belly screams
But a mouth curb
Allays, it seems

The circumstances
Dictatorship
I cannot change
Guess I deserve the whip