I'll get back in the kitchen
I'll wear my hair up for you real nice
I'll do all these things
But one thing will always stay true
your messy attitude
Will never convince a woman to lay with you
So get real with yourself
You're not the heartbreaker
You thought you were destined to be
Put your feet down, from my table
Its called common courtesy
n.c.
Don't test my limit or my generosity
Don't stroke my face or these feminine hands
Will cut your fingers to bleed
Your masculinity is so fragile
I could break you with a tap
Your fragments like
So lets have a dramatic ending glad