It’s Hard to Be a Gentleman

Baby, why don’t you tell me the truth? What is the worst I could do; Tell you that I understand More than your man? Darling, I don’t pretend to know why You can’t even look me in my good eye But I know that you Could see right through Naked shoulder blades and swollen glands Sweaty fingers when we’re holding hands And I will always do the best I can But it’s hard to be a gentleman So, baby Whether it’s boozed at the bar Or here in the front of your car We are I regret; As close as we’ll get