by Lynda Cole
Her name is Jean,a real beauty queen, a honey lipped sweetheart of men’s dreams.
When Jean is with a man,she lets him feel, that he is in charge, and king of the hill,
She goes where he wants her to go,Be who he wants her to be,
Says, I’m the luckiest lady, just to be here with you,
One day Jean woke up, her eyes were open wide,she had the strangest dream, a vision from deep inside.
I’ve been a false angel, I’ve been living a lie,
I don’t know who I really am, or what is buried deep inside,
I’m going to LET MY INNER BITCH OUT!!!
Learn to say NOOOOO, Find our who I really am, and let my power go.
The men couldn’t understand,what happened to their sweet Lady Jean,
She was way more stubborn,even a little obscene,
She took up tango dancing,King fu and electric guitar,
They’d see her as she’s pass them by in her little red sports car,singing:
I’ve been a false angel,I’ve been living a lie, I don’t know who I really am, or what’s buried deep inside, I’m going to let my inner bitch out,
Learn to say no, find out who I really am and let my power go.
After a while the men became intrigued by this new Lady Jean,
She was way more jalepano salsa,a lot less peaches and cream,
She was letting her inner bitch out, learning to say no, finding out who she really was, and letting her power, watching her power, letting her power grow,yeh!