Hey Cowboy!

Please, don't flirt with me if you don't mean it.

Don't twinkle your eye from across the room

Or sneak your hand around my waist

If I am not the one that you want.

If I am an ego boost

Or a convenient distraction

Or a snack to starve off the lonely cravings

Then, please, leave me alone.

The guards are tired from spearing any glimpse of feeling I have for you

Because you don't want any responsibility for the health of my heartbeat.

I can't keep pretending that I'm so cool realcool icecool

that I can listen to you ooze about other women

as you claim my knee with your palm.

So, if you're not going to hold my hand as we walk home 

or bundle me in snuggles when we wake up

and steal as many kisses as you can before I leave 

and feel lucky that I said, "Ok"

and call the next day,

just 'cause 

and want to do it all over again

With Feeling!

Then rewind your witty line

and take your hand off my ass

and play it for somebody else.

Please, if you don't mean it,

just

don't.