Well I'm finding it harder
To be a gentleman every day
All the manners I've been taught
Have slowly died away
But if I held the door open for you
It would make your day
CHORUS
You think that I care
About me and only me
Maybe it's whatever's in my hand
That's distracting me but if I could find emotion
To stimulate devotion
Well them you'd see
Well I'm finding it hard to say