When my friend Jo-Lynne used to get pissed off, she’d say “I’m not your pigeon.” I don’t really know what it meant, but it made me want her to be.

My baby got so drunk
She wet her pants
That demon alcohol
Soiled our romance

All she wants to do is dance

Then we went for a drive
First big mistake
The policeman stopped us
And hauled her away

As she was about to say

Chorus:
I’m not your pigeon
I’m your turtle dove
You crapped all over me
When all I wanted was love

She stayed in the drunk tank
All night long
Trying not to throw up
While I wrote this song

She thinks I got it all wrong

Next day I bailed her out
Second mistake
She said it was my fault
Things turned out this way

Now I hear it every day

Chorus:
I’m not your pigeon
I’m your turtle dove
You crapped all over me
When all I wanted was love

© Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey