Smoke goes up, drinks go down. Ain't gonna stop till I'm damn near drown. I'll pay tomorrow with a head that pounds. But as for now let's just get lost and found.
My girlfriend plays Rugby
I think it started in catholic school
My demasculation that is
All those virginal dominat figures, and
Wondering why I never saw a staue with erect nipples.
And believe my alot of things tried to suplant those influences.
MTV, RAP Music, Violent video games,
But nothing of substance
I learned how to walk through a crowd like a bad ass
But I took the same class as everyone else
That's why it sucks to go to all the good clubs.
All you have is a whole buch of 23 year olds that don't know shit about shit tryin' to protect their "rep" and make sure them and their"boyz" don't get "dissed"
But alone one on one we are scared.
I can't open up and be honest with you
I can't do it with my self.
I'm trying to play by all the rules
I want to hold your hand
I want to cuddle... sometimes
I want to go down on you and expect nothing in return
I want to open doors for you
I want to treat you like a lady
But you play Rugby
Author's Footnote: Note a poem per say
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