Well, I'm finding it harder to be a gentleman every day.
All the manners that I've been taught have slowly died away.
But if I held the door open for you, it wouldn't make your day.
You think that I care about me and only me,
When every single girl needs help climbing up a tree.
Well, I know it don't take much to satisfy me.
Maybe it's whatever's in my head that distracting me,
But if I could find emotion to stimulate devotion,
Well, then you'd see.
Well, I'm finding it hard to say that I need you twenty times a day.
I feel comfortable so, baby, why don't you feel the same?
Have a doctor come and visit us and tell us which one is sane.
I never said I wouldn't throw my jacket in the mud for you,
But my father gave it to me, so maybe I should carry you.
Then you said "You almost dropped me", so then I did,
And I got mud on my shoes.