What Can the Matter Be With My Anatomy
Sometimes, as a guy, he just gets out of control
And at the most inopportune time, he stands up like a pole.
Like when the teacher calls on us to the chalk board at our school,
Right when we are daydreaming about the cheerleader who is kind of cool.
Or when our bus reaches our stop while we are watching that girl so cute
And we have to get up and off the bus when he’s standing in full salute.
Books in front can sometimes help when we have a pants pup tent,
Or quickly we try to think of something else to make our guy relent.
But believe me girls when I say sometimes it’s out of our control,
When our minds are clean and free but the blood just starts to flow.
I am fifty-two, way past puberty, and don’t mean this as a brag
But even still, sometimes in public, I need the old boy to sag.
I sometimes sleep on an airplane or on the ferry boat;
When my consciousness I regain, I need to strategically adjust my coat.
So I ask you girls, please understand and when in this position us you catch,
Just subtly please turn away as opposed to pointing and starting to laugh.
As embarrassing as this situation can be there is a condition we hate even more;
When we are with a willing partner and we can’t get our guy to roar.
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