Men of Many

Men of Many 

I wish people were different 
And frankly, less intimate 
You all send me your heart, thinking you can free me 
Yet you stand there, a swinging dick, and you don't see me

You wait in line, and rather quickly 
But I see lustful things; men of many 
You confront me all slick and friendly 
Who are you to approached me, and then ditch me 

So come on, men of many 
I'll enter your home, and whilst you are frisky 
I'll take you home, and take you high 
You think I don't see you, because I won't look in your eyes 

Maybe I'm afraid, perhaps a little uncertain 
What if you don't like me, when I open the curtains 
Men of many, you woe my heart with sexual exaggerations
Is that what I'm worth, your flattering attraction