Walking Like A Man

I hate women.

I hate them because in order to attract one, I have to prove that I don’t need one, (or at least act like I don’t need one.) Only women could come up with these kind of circular fudge nuts rules that they lay down like a psychological mine field, which in the course of dating history has become riddled with the dead bodies of once sane men.

It’s ok for a girl to pine away for her Prince Charming, and we men will all think it’s cute and adorable and it makes us want her even more, but God forbid we should yearn for our own personal Belle, because see, that just makes us weenie and completely undesirable to the fairer sex.

It’s the kind of thing that can make a grown man like me cry and go completely mad.

Well fine then. Bye bye baby, and I don’t-a mean maybe, gonna get along somehow,

Soon you’ll be crying’, on account of all your lying,

Oh yeah, just look who’s laughin’ now!

(I’m gonna…)

Walk like a man, fast as I can,

Walk like a man from yooooooou,

I’ll tell the world, “Forget about it, girl!”

And walk like a man from you!

WooooOOOOOoooooOOOooOOoooo!

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