The Gender Agenda
Because I am a man, I'm a mess
This to you I must stress
I won't notice the way you dress
If you change your hair I must confess
You know I wouldn't have a clue
But I'd do anything for you
Cos I'm your man
And now I have your keys
I'll wave goodbye to social niceties
Oh you know that I don't like your friends
And that I won't even pretend
Oh no I won't pretend I do
I'll go and sulk up in our room
Cos I'm your man
And though I might drink too much beer
Really you've nothing to fear
Cos I'm not a cheater
No I'm practically St Peter
I'm your man
Look outside there's festive spirit
Like most guys you know my heart is not in it
No I don't care for We Three Kings'
But for you I'd buy all the things
Cos I'm your man
I'm yours"