Because I woke up with that specific song line (see bold) stuck in my head and I can't believe it escaped my mind when everyone around me was arguing for the right to be a victim and I was constantly looking for new ways to write about it, and because while I'm at it, I might as well post the whole song and recommend you put it in the CD player, crank up the volume and sing at the top of your lungs if you need to let some aggressivity out.

I've been on the other side
Got my lips smacked now they're dry
Then you call me call me in
You think I am your possession
You're messing with a southern girl
But my recipe is on
With your stale bread yeah it's hot
But baby I don't need your cash
So baby maybe I let your
Big Wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinkin' down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain and
Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away boy
Let's go
I've been on my knees
But you're so hard
Hard to please
Did you take me, take me in
So you are a superstar
Get off the cross we need the wood
Somehow you will rise
But without a tool
I know honey you're a pro
But baby I don't need your cash
Mama got it all in hand now
Big Wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinkin' down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain and
Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away boy
Gimme 8
Gimme 7
Gimme 6
Gimme 5
Gimme 4
Gimme 3
I, I, I am a M-I-L-F don't you forget
M-I-L-F don't you forget
M-I-L-F don't you forget
Baby I don't need your cash
So baby maybe I let your
Big Wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinkin' down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey love into rain
Gonna turn your whiskey boy into rain and
Wash it away
Wash you away boy
Wash you down
Big Wheel