• Remember men come in three sizes
    Boring, bastards, and belligerent
    Sometimes however in their eyes is
    Beauty, and they can be quite intelligent
    Provided they remember to forget
    Five thousand years of dominating it

    And stop responding to the codes
    Society, and their mum, imposed
    And yet their energy attracts
    Until your energy their fooling saps

    Of your secret life, your hex
    They know nothing. As for sex
    Can you really trust them?
    So is there hope now for these blighters?
    Glassy eyed or sharp one nighters

    Screwing the world up, if not you
    They really don't know what to do
    Yet see they beauty in a mirror
    Reach out and cut their hand on glass
    In love's winter they still wither
    You wait sighing as they pass