Red Wine Dance
Baby, I just wanna stand in my brokenhearted stance
and do my red wine dance.
Eyes half open,
attitude is focused,
but my mission ain't devotion.
They speak of love and I start choking
cause they've got me misunderstood.
I'm not a damsel.
I don't needa be saved,
just tied up and dismantled,
that's how I play.
I'm brave. I put my broken heart on display.
I see beauty in it.
I get strength from it.
I let them lean in, but not to touch it.
I warn,"You'll burn from it."
There's no winning in this
cause men don't make wise decisions.
They want love, I call that prison.
I throw my hands up, but not to surrender.
I'm red wine dancing.
I woke up with my head spinning,
still kinda tipsy.
My headache and body ache were competing,
while a tattooed man lay next to me.
I was groggy, but happy
as I plotted my way out of his apartment.
I never stay 'til morning.
We've quit touching
cause we're empty.
We're not loving
cause we're filthy.
He gets me,
really, really gets me.
He tied up and dismantled me,
he really, really feels me.
I've got needs that make me explode,
but I kinda ache
from the art of letting go.
I don't know how to move slow.
I just wanna love the moment I'm in.
I laugh with them,
I sleep with him,
and I eat with another.
I'm disloyal, but there's no hidden agenda.
I've got my hands up, but darlin', it's not a surrender.
It's all part of my red wine dance
cause my bottle is empty.
I owe me an apology.