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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.09.21.29.18797]] |
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Excuse me while I admire myself just one more time; it's gotta be extra long to see it all, Before I love and leave her not a hair can be out of place, so said my mirror on the wall. Got a million-dollar smile and the means to their ends; every lady wants a piece from me, If says she's not interested she must be man among women, is that really so hard to see? Cruising through the crowd, he's high-fivin' all the fellas an' blowing off flat-chested chicks, If he finds a jiggling possibility he says hello below her neck while touting his gridiron picks. I am man, hear me roar; get the hell outta my way before I have to rearrange your grill, Who are you to question my masculinity when your mood depends on some hormone pill? Enough of you people bashing the Man; we didn't become superior by asking how you feel, And we're not to blame for the slumpbusters on talk shows lamenting a lack of sex appeal. It's your own damn fault if you don't like what I represent; my vote is the one that counts, When you're off at therapy sessions I'm showing her face my affection in copious amounts. We could stand here and argue all day about whether or not what I say is meant to offend, Even if you hate me for standing on a pedestal, it's not about whether I'm right, my friend. As much as stupidity becomes obvious in everything some believe, speech still reigns free, Go on and plot against this stand; it takes more than censorship to silence the likes of me. No matter if I beat my chest or your heart bleeds for the less fortunate, we're alike in this; The world has enough room for testosteropinions no matter who might believe them remiss. |