Men, oh men,
What's happening to us?
They leave us,
And there's no peace from them.
Men, how are you?
It's not like it's grief,
She just left,
And we're already on a binge, all blue.
Men, oh men,
What's our mystery?
We have a family, but no love,
But we have chocolate - Dove!
Somewhere nearby lives
And makes the bed sweet,
Men, oh men.. Are we thieves?
Where is conscience in bed?
Men, oh men,
Save your nerves,
There's no happiness – run,
And don't waste them on a bitch - switch!
Men
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