stallyon
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« on: May 08, 2006, 05:07:52 PM » |
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I won't drink Diet Coke, or eat a rice cake, There's no silicone here, my chest isn't fake, My face isn't "lifted," my bra isn't stuffed, I do what's proper, I leave the toilet seat up.
It doesn't take hours to fix up my hair, I don't see the need to use bathrooms in pairs, I won't throw a tirade and then blame PMS, I'm a man and I'm glad I can deal with my stress.
I have intuition, I never get lost, I share household duties, I won't try to be the boss, I'm glad I'm a man, of that I am proud, I'm not at all bitchy, annoying and loud.
I won't try to squeeze in jeans three sizes too small, My credit card is still good when I leave from the mall, I'm a man and with that comes a high sense of class, I won't wear a swimsuit that rides up my ass.
I won't cry like a baby when Bambi gets shot, I don't make up false places, like the infamous "G-spot.", I won't go out at night in a black mini-skirt, then slap anybody that just tries to flirt.
You crazy women scare me, you have lots of gall, To make Lorena a hero for hacking off balls, Yes, I'm pleased to be male and I don't mean to gloat, I'm sorry you don't understand how to work the remote.
I'll never tease you, or play hard to get, If I don't get my way, I won't throw a fit, I don't worry much about breaking a nail, My face without makeup isn't distorted and pale.
I'll never say one thing while meaning another, When life gets real hard, I won't run to my mother, In order to understand just who I am, You need a Y-chromosome; it's what makes you a man.
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