Why can't we just stop gazing?
What makes them so amazing?
Sometimes it's just a bosom,
Sometimes it's just a wiggle,
Sometimes it's just the rump
Or just the jeans or just the jiggle,
Be they schoolgirl, be they teacher,
Be they housewife, be they hussy,
Be they scholar, be they halfwit -
Face it, boys, we're just not fussy!
Now, I don't think we're all the same,
But I think there's few exceptions -
Yes, we all love to lech,
We're all slaves to our erections.
And they say we don't grow up,
That we all just need our mothers,
And they've maybe got a point,
But listen to me, brothers:
We can claim it's just our nature,
We can swear it's just our way,
But that's a modern myth,
It's just the easy thing to say,
Should find the fittest donor -
Yes, they should sleep around
And Man should be the loner! And
women once were worshipped
Until Christians crashed the scene
And said, 'Your place is in the home
And your pleasure is obscene!'
So don't mistake your woman
For your plaything or your prey,
Because she'll probably outshine you
You should be all I need -
I'm in love with you, indeed.
You'll think it's pretty funny).
So, to ask a stupid question:
Could I love you more? Not much,
And even though I'm looking,
I swear I could never touch.
My heart and hands are yours,
And I'll rip them out myself
