Men Tell Me Why
For reasons I'll never know tell me why men will never admit that they ever cry?
Why do we hide our feelings and try to keep them in check?
Maybe thats why we feel like Rodney Dangerfield and get little or no respect.
We try to be macho and tuff in front of all our friends,
then when asked if your buying your girl some flowers and we say that all
depends.
We can go out with the boys and drink a few beers, but ask us to stop for
directions and that is one of our biggest fears.
Well ladies I can understand why you think man is a puzzeling machine,
but I'm here to tell you this one is different, and this I really do mean.
So if given the chance I'd like to show I'm different and give you lots of love and
attention, just please let me do the driving if we go for a ride and don't ask
me to stop for directions.
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