Breelan Angel – Double Standards lyrics

Everybody knows
There's rules to this game
I have to wait right here
For him to come and ask my name

And I'm supposed to tell him
I like to take things slow
But when he buys me a drink
I'm not supposed to say no

There's so many rules you've got to follow
To be a Sunday morning and a Friday night
Don't be too loose, but don't be uptight
Bite our tongues when you can't say nothing nice
You don't talk too loud, you don't drink too much
Don't smoke, don't fight, don't bitch, don't cuss
What if I don't want to mind my manners
Yeah, I'm fed up with these damned ole double standards

When you're out to dinner
You don't offer to buy
And when you're at a party
You don't talk to another guy

And when his mama
Has too much of a say-so
You might get a little jealous
But you just can't let it show

There's so many rules you've got to follow
To be a Sunday morning and a Friday night
Don't be too loose, but don't be uptight
Bite our tongues when you can't say nothing nice
You don't talk too loud, you don't drink too much
Don't smoke, don't fight, don't bitch, don't cuss
What if I don't want to mind my manners
Yeah, I'm fed up with these damned ole double standards

Well, it's hard trying to be good and bad at the same time
Yeah, even Johnny Cash would have a hard time walking that line

Of being a Sunday morning and a Friday night
Don't be too loose, but don't be uptight
Bite our tongues when you can't say nothing nice
Yeah, don't talk too loud, you don't drink too much
Don't smoke, don't fight, don't bitch, don't cuss
What if I don't want to mind my manners
I said, hell no, you know I don't want to mind my manners
Yeah, I'm fed up with these damned ole double standards