Get A Little Angry

Last night, fourteen guys approached me to call me pretty

Said they liked the dress I wore and liked the way it fit me

While it's nice to be recognized by uninvited but adoring eyes

The way that you didn't seem to mind left me feeling kinda cold inside

I like the possessive type and maybe that's just me

But is it so wrong that I had hoped you 'd get a little angry

Last night, one of those same guys straight up called you shitty

Said, now who could leave a girl like you alone out in the city

He was just being nice and probably trying to take me home for the night

But in a second I realized he'd only said what was on my mind