Now, let me again be clear — I only write lyrics because I like telling stories in verse. And rather than writing a poem, I feel like at least attempting to use the structure of song lyrics. Anyway, these lyrics are told from the point of view of a woman who lives in that murky gray area between high-class call girl and someone who just has a lot of sugar daddies. There are some pointed allusions that one might draw some conclusions from. But all of this means nothing. No one cares and I’m just relaxing. As always, this is just a crude first draft. I know nothing about music so take that into consideration. The beat for this would be really fast and pop rock like Womanizer.
Mercenary
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform
all the boys see walking down the street
but I only care about those who make ends meet
if you want to make me miss a beat
you’re going to have to do more than beat your meat
I’m the kind of gal who will blow your mind
but you’ve got to have the cash to get this piece of ass
they call me a mercenary
a fucking mercenary
they call me a mercenary
a fucking mercenary
I’ve had all the men I want and more
had a few take the fall for me
just so they can get access to power
but I’m not wilting flower
I didn’t fall for Don the Con
I squeezed him for what he was worth
’cause I’m the one who has all the dirt
they call me a mercenary
a fucking mercenary
they call me a mercenary
a fucking mercenary
[bridge]
we’re all the same
we all feel the same pain
but I’m the one with the fame
want to know more
I can’t explain
don’t call me a victim
I’m far from it
I’m a stunner waiting for my next pray
whomever is willing to pay, pay, pay
is the one who’ll make my day
they call me a mercenary
a fucking mercenary
they call me a mercenary
a fucking mercenary
