YoYo

I know we never had all that much in common

Maybe I'm from the wrong side of the track

But you kept inviting me in, 

Putting me down in front of your friends

Then wanting me back 

 

And that's a low blow, I'm not a yo-yo.

I'm done spinning, hanging on the end of your string

My answer is so no, you gotta go-go

Class don't matter, and you don't know me a thing

 

I know you get tired of all of the drama

You're the kind that's used to getting their way

But I'm not something you buy

And now you know, baby, I'm not someone you pay

 

So that's a no go, I'm not a yo-yo.

I'm done spinning, hanging on the end of your string

My answer is so no, you oughta go-go

Cash don't matter, and you don't know me a thing

 

So many times you cast me aside

That many times I swallowed my pride

My last time sinking got me to thinking that next time

I won't ask why . . .

'Cause that's a low blow, I'm not a yo-yo.

I'm done spinning, hanging on the end of your string

My answer is so no, you oughta go-go

Your cash don't matter, you don't owe me a thing 

Your class don't matter, you don't know me a thing

The past don't matter, you don't owe me a thing

 

 

Wayne Willingham © 2017

There's a true story behind this.  Quite simply, neither my heart nor my musical ability is for sale on anyone's terms but mine.  I have finally learned to walk away.

Considering my upper middle-class upbringing and background, I guess this style of music is best described as "Country Club Blues."

© 2019 by Wayne Willingham

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