Men Are Becoming Women
The tire was flat
Imagine that
What should we do
Call AAA
was all he could say
Afraid to break out a jack
did not want his fingers black
He said "I pay them top dollar"
I was not impressed
He did not know how, I guessed
Where are all the real men
I do not want Barbies Ken
A strong secure man is what I need
That holds me tight in his arms
and sets off alarms
A man that is not PC
Speaks fluently
Not a limp biscuit
Firm handle on my rear
Kisses that get me in gear
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