Contender (Pop-Punk Song) Poem by Jana Rininger

You might be one in a million, baby
But I'm one in a trillion, baby.
You think you can stand beside me?
You better get yourself behind me.
Never seen something quite like this,
Swagger so fine, so clean, so fresh.
Cause all the boys be thinkin that they run this town
Guess its up to me to knock em all down
Now don't you make a sound

So get back, back
Take a sip from my glass
Let me show you what real class is.
You think you're so fine
but I think it's time you see
You've got a real contender in me.

Maybe you've got a move or two
Can put a rhyme inside a line
but you can't keep acting the way you do
Not again, not this time
Somebody's gotta give you a clue
I'll do those honors baby
You just gotta let me
Now watch how I do

So get back, back
Take a sip from my glass
Let me show you what real class is.
You think you're so fine
but I think it's time you see
You've got a real contender in me.

I guess they never saw me coming,
Never got a chance to start their running.
But all I ever wanted was respect, you see
I'm not hard to please
And I'm not asking for too much
But if its all too much then you can..

Get back, back
Take a sip from my glass
Let me show you what real class is.
You think you're so fine
but I think it's time you see
You've got a real contender in me.
Underdog extraordinare
Gonna make herself a millionaire
Gonna make you all see
You've got a real contender in me.
There's a real contender in me.

Now you see.
Now you see.
This is the real me.