Childish Heart

1. To the clear bidding for one, a mug wump it stands showcasing mouthwatering care but with dirty hands for trophy, for lust, all in a virulent game changing faces and smiles and treating them the same so surrounded by females, happy but flurried after each kiss is a mark to keep her worried their bank of love suffering the imminent theft loving with right, searching for the next with left switching loyalty to skirts is automatic a crime against womanhood and numismatics. Chorus An attractive man, a different boy a lad growing on the tears of women so fearless and brave but cunny and cheap when his arrogance chase the butterflies he’s still blessed with the wasps who come around. 2. Attraction on the snow which later becomes slush same tactics and same theatrics crush after crush forces out a labour of love to keep it pure he isn’t ready to change, that’s one thing for sure every girl is a man changer but he’s a wimp from afar he’s a big guy from close range an imp hope, standing on deputation to many hearts gathering the many dumps and rolling the carts hence he’s not a part of their panegyric and their slow songs of him full of painful lyrics. Chorus An attractive man, a different boy a lad growing on the tears of women so fearless and brave but cunny and cheap when his arrogance chase the butterflies he’s still blessed with the wasps who come around. 3. More victims still counting, his mind is a vagrant fuels emotional injustice to stay vibrant thirsty tenders, he has turned to tempestuous beasts his prey may seem so low but he remains the least tearing the feather boa to expose some shoulders the old not in exception, his ego builders broken taste of modern pride becomes effectual such unpleasant immigration is perpetual just to love for once becomes labour intensive honesty from his mall, stays very expensive. Chorus An attractive man, a different boy a lad growing on the tears of women so fearless and brave but cunny and cheap when his arrogance chase the butterflies he’s still blessed with the wasps who come around. 4. To helpless emotions, he is a basilisk any mast turned towards him is taking a risk the big body aura, hides the scalawag heart on the feminine innocents, he plays the dart when his shadow passes on the streets, sores are seen leaving them dry and brown after meeting them green its same accusation in a hundred lawsuits runs around with targets but nothing in pursuit to be a man is the only recognizance building a resume on ladies’ repugnance. Chorus x 2 An attractive man, a different boy a lad growing on the tears of women so fearless and brave but cunny and cheap when his arrogance chase the butterflies he’s still blessed with the wasps who come around.