Men Cry

Where me cry, Men don't drink much; Where me stare Till eyes are sore; Women never come, How did this one do! Coming to me, she wears Denims, short to show off Beautiful legs; I am busy clowning around for you. She does not sleep, Dreaming wishing I could be, Making love to her; I am busy begging to make you smile. She call me at odd hours, She has never seen any like me; Yet I have never seen One like you! She calls my mother, Your son loves another not me, I have tried all I can do, I even pay for his rent; But his heart is stuck on another. Where men cry!