On a Pedestal

 
He's put me on a pedestal
Is it me that he can see?
Murmuring his sweet nothings
How flattered he feels to be with me

Please remove the pedestal
Its not deserved of me
Truly it is pleasing
But on a pedestal I will not be

I really am quite smitten ~ alas
Flattery does not wash with me
And he’s trying so hard
To make me happy
Why can I not see?

My mind goes in a whirl
I’ve been this way before
I’m of a certain age ~ where
I certainly know the score

"Nay lad I’m a Lancashire lass"
It will take more than that
To fool me
You think I don’t know ~ it’s
In my bed you want to be

This is all too much ~ it’s like a game of skills
But in my mind ~ it’s all a game of wills

So play with my head all you like
Sit with me and drink your wine
But if you think there will come a time
Think again ~ my bed is mine

Don't put me on a pedestal
I just might fall
Take me for who I am
Flaws and all