Blood From a Stone

I am calm
Mild and meek
I often do
Avoid to speak
But my mouth says
The words she likes
I play the game
She decides

"Never ask
At all time keep it disguised
Let no-one know"
Tell me, who gave you these rules
You never made no promise, boy

Inside I'm not
The way she thinks
She doesn't know
About my salty drinks
But I won't tell
It just never fits
I'd rather swell
Than ask for it

Far underneath
My belly screams
But a mouth curb
Allays, it seems
The circumstances'
Dictatorship
I cannot change
Guess I deserve the whip