I’m The Man

It’s hard to admit, I lost the fight
trying to knock out the dints in my dented pride
Chasing women, misbehaving and sinning
nobody ever taught me how to discuss my feelings
So, I grunt out loud and expect you to understand
and bow at the feet of what you call a man
Whilst I sip this beer, I’ve never shed a tear
not being the man, is the only thing I fear
Grown men don’t cry, hold your shoulders high
you can’t be a gentle man, playing the tough guy
So, I push out my chest, overdo the reps
hang a few too many weights on the bar I press
Then ignore my legs, all I need is upper body strength
perform eight more reps then grunt out loud again
Then hit the bar, drink until I fall and hit the bar
then take out my aggression on all those that laugh
Then grab her arse, who said I needed to ask?
I’m the man, she should be grateful she got the chance
Because I’m the man, right?

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