My Conscience is Free

I’m not the girl for you, you said.
I’m not the one you want.
Well fine, f*****g chase that blonde bimbo.
Chase those sluttish girls.
I’ll be able to sleep at night,
Knowing that my morals are well understood.
I won’t be the one left out in the rain.
I won’t be the one who can’t handle the pain.
I think its time for a change of roles,
A fresher act I do suppose.
It's not as if you're one of a kind,
And I could have another you in a heartbeat.
I may not be the perfect size as you say,
But I have intelligence behind my eyes.
So if you want to come back to me,
You might as well get on your hands and knees.
Because honey you’re gunna need to really crawl,
Because forgiveness is not one of my specialties.