From the recording Not Gonna Make Believe
A friend of mine was hopelessly in love with one of those men who are always off choosing some spectacular adventure over a committed relationship. Yet he’d always come back to her and make her feel like when he’s ready, she’ll be “the one.” But he’d broken so many promises, she was less easily filled with hope every time he came back. I got the idea for this song when this friend told me that this guy wanted one more chance with her. She told me, “I’ll hear what he has to say, but I’m not sitting on a plane or spending a dime or anything for it.” I began to list all the things we as women do to prepare for a hot date—all the things my friend was no longer willing to do for this guy who had broken her heart one too many times.
Lyrics
You must be back cuz there's the smell Of indecision in the air I wonder what it is you think that you can say to me when I finally ceased to even care You're so sorry for the millionth time And will I please just give an hour of my time For you to state your case that you have changed Well I don't buy it
Not gonna walk a block for this Not gonna set my clock for this Not gonna brush my teeth for this Not gonna chew Dentine for this Not gonna shave my legs for this Not going to Jenny Craig for this Not gonna change my sheets for this Not gonna make believe for this I must be sick cuz I can feel My concentration slip away (my gorgeous revelation slippin’ away) The drops of hope I've always made Into an ocean feel like Beads of sweat upon my face Repeat Chorus Not gonna wear a thong for this Not gonna write a song for this...