Don't play those mind games,
Saying you'll gonna love me,
I've seen how you can be,
You and your debauchery.
I'm not using new words,
Just so you can understand.
I'm a precious rose,
Prettier than your cheap gold band.
I hold myself in high regard,
I have self esteem,
When you say those mean things,
I know your not worth me.
I have the highest standards
As It should only really be,
It only goes to show, I'm a real lady.
I'm not giving myself away,
Like a prized pig,
To the highest bidder,
He better shove that ring up his.
I'm me, and I want better than that,
I want a love that will last,
Right up in the future,
And even through the past.
I want a hand to hold forever,
Forever in my grasp.
I want him never to say never,
And shed actual tears when I pass.
I'm not glass,
Fragile and breakable,
Though I am very shakable.
I'm a woman and I'm perfectly capable,
Of seeing through your little act,
So go pack your bags,
Or you'll scream like you never have.
'Cause I know, I'm worth more than that.
Adding your comment:
I liked this one. Nice play on womanly strength! And it even rhymes....with an important hidden moral to not be easily pleased with cheap boys. 
