Having Her Cake

Macho muscle moving in time To the rhythm and roll of the drums Big chests and thighs Come to bed eyes And tempting tanned little bums. Loving themselves, loving the looks of lust from their wet-knickered fans They stride on the stage The hormones rage Greek gods with their muscles and tans. 'I bet they're arrogant bastards' she says 'The type that would love you and leave, Give me a New Man any day' As she sighs and her breasts start to heave. We all want a man who will share in the work Who will clean out the loo and make tea. But give her the chance to share more than a dance With a Chuppendale or three.