Blood from a Stone

I am calm Mild and meek I often do Avoid to speak But my mouth says The words she likes I play the game She decides "Never ask at all time Keep it disguised Let no one know" Tell me, who gave you These rules? You never made no promise, boy Inside I'm not The way she thinks She doesn't know About my salty drinks But I won't tell It just never fits I'd rather swell Than ask for it Far underneath My belly screams But a mouth curb Allays, it seems The circumstances Dictatorship I cannot change Guess I deserve the whip