I'll get back in the kitchen
I'll wear my hair up for you real, real nice
I'll do all these things
But one thing will always stay true
Your messy attitude
Will never convince a woman
To lay with you
So get real with yourself
You're not the heart breaker
You thought you were destined to be
Put your feet down from my table
It's called common courtesy
I doubt you heard of it
Don't test my limits
On my generosity
Don't stroke my face or these feminine hands
Or cause your fingers to bleed
Your masculinity is so fragile
I could break you with a tap
Your fragments like
And let's have a dramatic ending gland