So men are simple creatures, and
Each one is just the same?
I say, look at your choices, for
Those might just be to blame
You say it doesn’t matter, for
Each man is like the last;
I’d say the pattern’s obvious,
It’s right there, in your past
For while attraction’s what it is,
Behavior, once it’s known,
Is countenanced or not, as one’s
True character is shown
I’m trying to tell you, friend,
It doesn’t have to be this way:
But I am just a man, and you
Won’t hear a word
I say