Sorry, I cannot help it

If I were a man, I'd be free 
To ask a woman out for coffee
But I'm a woman, I have to play coy
And let the fieldwork be done by the boy

I have to wait for him to make a move
And only show that I approve
I have to bat my lashes and display a pout
And behave like a human sized trout 

When he leans for a kiss, I'll have to push him away 
And blushingly say "not today" 
As a woman, society wants me to behave in a way
To be demure, dignified and flirt in a womanly way

But you know what, let society go for a toss
This woman here, Neha D is her own boss 
I'm going to be direct and forward
And if that scares you, move along coward

Im not going to sit around and wait 
I'll be the one who'll ask you for a date
I know I know, guys love the chase 
But hey, I'm not a car, this is not a race! 

God knows when you'll overcome your cold feet 
So I'll be direct and very indiscreet 
So if you like me, and I get the hunch 
Il ask you out to dinner or lunch

I have no time to waste in decoding your hints
Deciphering your mind, your glances and squints 
I'm not Robert Langdon, this is not a Dan brown book
So when you give me that interested look
I'm not going to ponder and over analyze 
the mystery behind the movement in your eyes

And if you happen to reject me and say no
I promise to take it in my stride
Because I don't involve my ego
And let indecisive men hurt my pride 
I am free spirited and Emancipated 
and do not particularly care if that makes you feel emasculated 

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