1985: He's not for me

Oh no, he's not for me
Even with those blue-green eyes,
And if he tries to tame me
He's in for some surprise.
I'm not one to fall for
The smile and easy charm,
If he tries to use this woman
I'll be the one to do the harm.
He's not so bad I 'spose
In a funny sort of way,
But he'll find a word in my ear
Won't be enough to make my day.
I'll play a game with him
Like a fish upon a line,
And if he begins to care
I guess I wouldn't mind.
It'll be fun to flirt for a while,
Feed him his own potion,
But I'll not be the one to care,
All tangled in emotion.
He'll make a good escort,
He always looks so good,
I guess I could care a little,
I think I really would,
But not so much it hurts me
I couldn't cope with that,
Nor so much that if we parted
Life would suddenly be flat.

[I'm not quite sure who had the "blue-green eyes", but I suspect this was from afar and unrequited.  And I'm still not sure about the word "escort" as it just feels a bit contrived. Maybe someday I will have another go at this and sort it out. The general idea was someone trying to convince herself that she was in control of her emotions, but the control is just an illusion. ]