Gentlemen
GENTLE MEN
Yes your right the clue is in the name
Some of you should hang your heads in shame
I'm so sorry but I find that so very few
Gentle men these days that respect you
Instead I drive along and I hear on the street
Even though there is a patter of tiny children's feet
Hey get you mate, your a stain
What me really - now your disrespecting my name
It really seems as though right now is just the time
When swearing at a lady is acceptable, just fine
When stopping in the street and getting out of line
Is just helping me along with my lyrics in my rhyme
You raise a fist and shout in anger
I'm only driving down the street
Gentle men no longer it seems exist
Or one I'd like to meet
So when you look all puzzled
As I opened the door for you
Its just to show you Gentle men
I'm much gentler than you
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