Breelan Angel - Double Standards Lyrics
Everybody knowsThere's rules to this gameI have to wait right hereFor him to come and ask my nameAnd I'm supposed to tell himI like to take things slowBut when he buys me a drinkI'm not supposed to say noThere's so many rules you've got to followTo be a Sunday morning and a Friday nightDon't be too loose, but don't be uptightBite our tongues when you can't say nothing niceYou don't talk too loud, you don't drink too muchDon't smoke, don't fight, don't *****, don't cussWhat if I don't want to mind my mannersYeah, I'm fed up with these damned ole double standardsWhen you're out to dinnerYou don't offer to buyAnd when you're at a partyYou don't talk to another guyAnd when his mamaHas too much of a say-soYou might get a little jealousBut you just can't let it showThere's so many rules you've got to followTo be a Sunday morning and a Friday nightDon't be too loose, but don't be uptightBite our tongues when you can't say nothing niceYou don't talk too loud, you don't drink too muchDon't smoke, don't fight, don't *****, don't cussWhat if I don't want to mind my mannersYeah, I'm fed up with these damned ole double standardsWell, it's hard trying to be good and bad at the same timeYeah, even Johnny Cash would have a hard time walking that lineOf being a Sunday morning and a Friday nightDon't be too loose, but don't be uptightBite our tongues when you can't say nothing niceYeah, don't talk too loud, you don't drink too muchDon't smoke, don't fight, don't *****, don't cussWhat if I don't want to mind my mannersI said, hell no, you know I don't want to mind my mannersYeah, I'm fed up with these damned ole double standards
