In our town we see many young men
Loving, distracting, seducing lovers
Making our daughters become women
And reaping their self-respect
They spread their seeds like rain in a storm
And door by door and on they go
The masks they hold keep them in form
They think they must reveal them low
It makes me sick to see this shame
What can I do, they've turned this loose
I hate to see they're all the same
I hate that females are in a noose
The tragedy, the sorrow, the misery
The low self esteem and no blistering
They blind them, they're not free
They get captives in cloistering
And I resist all temptations
To become like those men
I believe in loving relations
But not over and over again.
What refused me was for sure
That sex without love as no allure
We men should not underestimate
The intensity you leave behind
And as men are visually minded
Women tempt with their clothing
Some men wish they were blinded
it's annoying and it's frothing
It hurts and slowly cures
Make it secure with beautiful allures