Let them use those vulgar words,
You know how to express yourself intelligently.
Let them behave disrespectfully,
You know you don’t have to stand there and put up with it.
Let them play childish games,
You’ll hold the monopoly on maturity.
Let them leave nothing to the imagination,
You know how attractive mystery can be.
Let them throw tantrums like a two -year- old,
You care too much about your mental state (and reputation!) to respond in kind.
Let them make a scene,
You like your drama contained in the theatre.
Let them get sloshy drunk,
You sip your cocktails, and when the clock strikes tipsy, you bid goodnight and retire safely in your bed.
Let them hop into a strangers bed for the price of a meal and a few cocktails,
You’d like to get to know the person behind the Black Card.
Let them attempt to treat you like you’re an option,
You’ll always be your priority and will move on to someone who shares that viewpoint.
Let them have no manners,
You won’t accommodate them.