Bacall’s Songs

Regular readers know that Bacall and I are both Alpha types. We can’t spell submissive. Want to know where Bacall’s mind is on leadership in a relationship? If it’s possible, to sum up her outlook in a song, then these two might do it. She will not tolerate being told what to do. No one owns her.

Nor will she tolerate a wimpy guy.

She wants a gentleman. Not a man to boss her around, but one who will spank her when she wants it. And she always lets me know when she wants it.

You Don’t Own Me

You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys

And don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don’t put me on display ’cause

You don’t own me
Don’t try to change me in any way
You don’t own me
Don’t tie me down ’cause I’d never stay

I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you

I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please

And don’t tell me what to do
Oh,…

Johnny Get Angry

Johnny, I said we were through
Just to see what you would do
You stood there and hung your head
Made me wish that I were dead

Oh, Johnny get angry, Johnny get mad
Give me the biggest lecture I ever had
I want a brave man, I want a cave man
Johnny, show me that you care, really care for me

Every time you danced with me
You let Freddy cut in constantly
When he’d ask, you’d never speak
Must you always be so meek?

Every girl wants someone who
She can always look up to
You know I love you, of course
Let me know that you’re the boss

Johnny, get angry, Johnny
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny