Lover Boy

He was smart he loved with his head never with his heart never a danderhead Hit and run was his game he had some fun and made a name anything in skirt caught in his net he removed his shirt his target met On many hearts he left deep scars tender hearts he set apart For a start he faked his care on his part true love was rare He changed his gears never to reverse they spilled their tears and rained the curse None was to stay just a night and he calls it a day He was alright he met the bug he gave it a hug he caught the bug looked fit but sick He played his trick he sent it round his grave he dug he still looked sound He walked for years enjoyed his game year after year his doomsday came Hands to chest alive but dead glued to rest weak, in bed On same bed 'ewas 'ways swift his shameful head he nomore can lift He lives in pain tears he sheds live again "death is best "