I'm a Girl

You can't see the forest for all the trees
Are you making excuses or giving me lies?
I usually get whatever I please
But the pickins get slim
Towards the end of the night
So let's get one thing clear
You're not special
I'll cry my eyes out
You can't do that to me
I'll claw your eyes out
You can't do that to me
I'll change my mind
You can't do that to me
I'll fake deaf, dumb, and blind
Till you run away