Oneday you'd be on fire,
the next you'd be cold as ice.
Both ice and fire burn,
I was burnt more than twice.
Some take the rough and smooth,
or take the nasty and nice.
I'm thankful for your fire,
but I couldn't take the ice.
Because I fell for a pair of legs,
landed on the floor face-flat,
don't think you can walk all over me
or treat me, girl, like a doormat.
The WELCOME at my very door
could say NOT WELCOME ANYMORE !