Naked Jess: Second Fiddle

I'm not your side salad, Im the main course!

Im the wine and the gravy and the mint sauce.

Im the calories,

And the laughter,

Im the After 8 mint and Im the banter.

Im the creme brûlée and Im the jus,

Im your Mamas homemade chicken stew,

Im not a taster, Im the whole bull,

Im the noise that you make when you're stuffed full!

Im not your hand luggage,
Im the holiday,

Sand, sea, sun 'n' sex,
I'm the getaway!

Im the take off and the landing,

Im the fine bikini body you've been oggling.

Im the ice cubes,

Im your new shades,

And Im all the spending money that you fucking saved!

Im the soft top,

Im the drive,

Im the wind in your hair, Im the blue skies.

Im your tan lines,

Im the cocktail,
Im the salt that you lick as we set sail.

I dont play second fiddle,

Im the bass line,

Im your good time,

Im a sick rhyme.

Im the beat of your heart,

Like LeAnn Rimes.

Im the daytime and the night-time,

An although you don't know it but you're all mine.

Im the bell chimes,

Im the Big Ben, Im a skinny little fucker but I say when.

Im the drum beat,

Im the foot tap,

Im sweet, sticky honey,

Im the tree sap.

Im not the gambler,

Im the cards,

Im the Diamond, the Spades and the Hearts,

Im the Clubs,

At the races,

Im the bright lights the dice rolls in Vegas.

Im not the penny,

Im the pound,

Im the zeros you count,

Im the horse whip and hound.

Im the gun shot,

Im the booky
Im the odds in your favour, lady lucky.

Im the double up and the double down,

Im the wad in your pocket when you hit town.

Im not a player, Im the coach,

Im the assist that passes the goals!

Im the striker and the defender,

Not here when you're just on a bender.

Im a hat trick,

Im the game,

Im the crowd that is chanting your name.

Im the Captain,

Im the Boss,
Im a bitch as Ref - Im the coin toss.

Im not a sub mate and never will be,

And when I shoot I shoot hard cause youre easy.

Im the hand of God and the red card,

Im the trophy you lift when it's got hard.