You Surely Can't Be Mine - Janice Ian

I don't have the CD, so I can't check these words.  They are from memory.

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I gave a party
I said you could come.
You showed up at my door
With all your leathers on.
I said "This must be wrong,
This can't be right.
How can you make love to me
Dressed up for a fight?
Pick me up off the floor
No more
You surely can't be mine."

Religion came
Almost over night.
You were the high priestess
And I was the sacrifice.
I said "This must be wrong,
This can't be right.
Take off your stupid robes
And put down that knife.
These ropes are getting tight
All right!
You surely can't be mine."

I was ready for love
Big brass bed and all.
I was ready for love
You said, "Let's talk about the war."
I said, "What war?  What war?
Take off your clothes
And don't you worry me no more.
I ain't no fly by night.
That's right.
You surely can't be mine."

Came home last Sunday
Late on a Saturday night.
You come to my bed and you tell me
You're learning to fly.
"Well, take off your cloak.
Take off your cape.
Throw away those long johns
I ain't no Lois Lane.
Before you get your kryptonite
Awright!
You surely can't be mine"