Men

Oh can't you see

How much I long for someone who I can depend?

I must confess

I'd rather be blind than deaf

Oh can't you see

How much I want to reach out to someone who reaches back in?

I must confess

I'd rather be blind than deaf

I'd give my eyes

To be taken care of by my very best friend

But there's no shoulder

On which my tears can fall

If I was smaller

Then perhaps I might just get some sympathy

But I'm too tall

I'm expected to act strong

They always say

That a man like me has no business looking so sad

Just gеt a grip, boy

You don't want to look like a girl

Don't ever cry

Don't smilе

And most of all don't sleep with men

You know your place, boy

Don't stray too far away