Survival of the Fittest

I don’t want to hear of nights spent alone
I don’t want to hear of no men in sight
I don’t want trying to find Mr Right
I don’t want to be treated with a groan
I don’t want to be ground through some long test
I don’t want demands so impossible
I don’t want to be dismissed as a fool
I don’t want to be silenced with the rest
I don’t want the excuses aplenty
I don’t want say one thing, do different
I don’t want not saying that which is meant
I don’t want being told what you can’t see

So how’s it gonna be? I’ll tell you how
I want your loving and I want it now


7th January 2013