I met this friend after really long,
She's inspired me to write this song,
We talking about food, pretty girls and guys,
And therein the crux of the matter lies.
Of food we decided , that Italian was the best,
talking about girls without offending her was quite a test,
And just as we were finishing up the french fries,
She wondered about how girls seem though my eyes.
She wondered about the attitude of us men,
Wondered if we even respect Women,
Wondered if we preferred love or lust,
Or just fell for a girl depending on the size of her bust.
To defend my tribe now I prepared,
Tried to streamline all the questions in my head,
It's kind of hard to answer them,
Because, nothing is quite as simple to understand as us men.
First let me clarify, we love women,
Cars are the only thing we love more than them,
And maybe food, in retrospect,
But sure, we give them respect.
We don't look for much in our girls,
We like deep dimples and love curls,
We like it when you hold us close,
and don't flood our conversations with your woes.
You know we like to have our own way,
But we like a girl who has something to say,
It's nice when a girl offers to pay,
And awesome when she smiles and makes our day.
We like nice dinners and 'coffee' at home,
Love it when you smell good and are awesomely toned,
It's adorable when you cook us food,
As long as it tastes good and makes our mood.
Good looks are important, they do count,
But they are not everything as many girls have found.
We like girls with short skirts and shorter shorts,
We love it when our girls look hot.
Our list is simple, demands but a few,
We like it when you don't stick to us like glue,
You can ask " Where are you?", but not everyday,
Do it too often and we will run away.
I think that covers it all,
Fill this checklist and for you we shall fall,
And just on record , what you mentioned about the bust,
That is exactly what we notice first.
