The heart is a lonely Hunter
Sorry for saying this dear sister
They will come and go forever
The men of nowadays are trusted never
Of your heart at the centre
Hold it tight that spear
And kill the fat animal that's sweeter
Their pleading pleas are interesting no longer
Their excuses don't match up together
Men in jeans are smarter
But their lies are brighter
Men in officials are cleaver
But their lust is broader
Men! Men! Men! Are men forever.