Tell you I love you
But when you call I never get back
Would you ask them questions like me?...
Like where you be at?
Cause I'm out 4 in the morning
On the corner rolling
Doing my own thing
What if I?...
Had a thing on the side?
Made ya cry?
Would the rules change up?...
Or would they still apply?...
If I played you like a toy?...
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy
What if I made ya cry!
Would they still apply!
What if I...
If I played you like a toy
Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy!
Of course, boys wouldn't have license to cheat (something Ciara makes sounds like freedom but it is really a cheap substitute for the freedom of faithfulness, freedom of sexual history with the same person, freedom of not being manipulated by a new young thing) if there were not two permissive parties, namely the girlfriend who puts up with it and the girl he's cheating with. I mean for every guy who's out having a "thing on the side" there are two girls giving him a chance to have it.
I don't want to get too high and mighty as a girl.
For all the stereotypes of how women don't cheat like guys, I don't buy it. There's a willing girl behind all men's affairs, willing to cheat with him against the bond and history of intimacy he had with his wife. Unless there's one hyper-active sexual female out there (a Superwoman of affairs), every time a man cheats on his wife, a woman is making it possible.
Both genders have fault lines running through their souls.
If women were to take Ciara's ideas and apply them, really become like arrogant, cheating boys, we would not have anything new. Thousands of years ago Solomon painted a picture of what Ciara fantasizes about, the woman who wanders the streets late at night, who lurks waiting for prey, who is defiant and unkind, who perfumes her sheets, waits until her husband's out of town on one long business trip and then "like a boy" or rather "like a girl", she takes hold of a young man, kisses him full on the mouth and says,
"I came out to meet you; I looked for you and have found you. I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt (think Egyptian cotton). I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon. Come, let's drink deep of love till morning." (Proverbs 7:15-18).
This is the way a girl (and Ciara's song proves a boy, too) persuade. Seduction with smooth words.
I think upon watching and reading Ciara's lyrics several times that she is saying more than it appears. Most the boys I know are as hurt by infidelity, unreturned phone calls, and wives showing up at 4 in the morning as girls would be. I think that's Ciara's point. She's given us a good picture of what it means to "do unto others as you would have them do to you" but she's taken the opposite approach. If you don't want a taste of something, don't dish it out to others.
Ciara doesn't want to be like a boy, not really, and I think she's showing guys that perhaps they don't want to be like these boys either. Perhaps she doesn't want girls or guys to act so un-human. If so I agree with her.