An assertive lady frightens me.
Why it is I just don’t know.
Maybe I don’t like confrontation,
Or the aggression she might show.

An assertive lady frightens me.
She’d put me in my place at a glance.
If I came across her at a social event,
She’d just nod and I’d acquiesce to a dance.

An assertive lady frightens me.
She’d have me under her thumb.
I’d be anxious about her sharp retorts.
She’d be able to control me like my Mum.

An assertive lady frightens me,
But maybe I like to be frightened.
Perhaps it's to do with domination.
Maybe I like it when her grip gets tightened.