LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ann Trabucco

Verse 1
You don't own the freeway or the space in my lane,
Your priority is you, and the rest is mundane.
The watch you wear only runs on your clock,
And your time has run out, so don't bother to knock.
Verse 2
You can play your hand or you can play your fiddle,
But you won't have a friend when you don't meet in the middle.
You expect a chauffeur when your gas tank is low,
And your engine of lies is all revved up to go.
Verse 3
You've worn out your welcome, and wasted my time,
Your entitlement mountain is a very steep climb.
Your mirror has just enough space to gloat,
And your vanity tune has struck a raw sour note.
Chorus
Wow, you had me buffaloed, you sure had me fooled,
A one-way street friendship where the queen always ruled!
A fair-weather friend can't calm rough seas in your tide,
Jumpin' off this boat and off your privilege ride!

Outro You can wave goodbye from your kingdom throne,
But a queen ain't much when she's sittin' alone,
I ain't turning back, ain't losing sleep tonight,
You drove this friendship through the dead of night!