Steven A. Jent

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No Means No

Itís time to say goodnight.

I thought the evening went all right.

But suddenly itís all going wrong.

You heard what I just said.

Weíre not going to bed.

So quit putting your hands where they donít belong.


No means No. You should already know.

Why is that so hard to understand?

No means No. Now I just want you to go

And think about what it means to be a man.


Maybe youíre not pleased.

That doesnít make me a tease

Because I didnít respond like you hoped I would.

Thereís nothing more to say,

So please just go away

Before I put my knee where it does the most good.


No means No. Cool your jets, Romeo.

Stop coming on like a hot-blooded alley cat.

No means No. Canít we just take it slow?

I really thought you wanted more than that.


No means No. Iím not saying Iím pure as the driven snow.

That doesnít mean that Iím some easy score.

No means No. You just blew your chance to show

That youíre the kind of man I was looking for.

So from now on, donít come near my door.



All words and music copyright © 1975Ė2011 Steven A. Jent