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A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle
I say she makes me crawl
But is that just my out
To admit I am weaker
Bereft of any clout
With my base instincts
Thinking she could be mine
When really I am hers
The line is not that fine
For all restraint vanishes
With a sultry look
A demon of passion
And so little that it took
For she can banter around
Without a care
For me pure lust
She plays so unaware
A simple laugh
Question comes to my mind
Is that her next suitor
Am I out of time
So I apply my effort
To make sure at the end
That when festivities are over
In my arms she will tend
So I will admit
That in regard to genders
A woman's spell has me beat
I do humbly surrender
But is that just my out
To admit I am weaker
Bereft of any clout
With my base instincts
Thinking she could be mine
When really I am hers
The line is not that fine
For all restraint vanishes
With a sultry look
A demon of passion
And so little that it took
For she can banter around
Without a care
For me pure lust
She plays so unaware
A simple laugh
Question comes to my mind
Is that her next suitor
Am I out of time
So I apply my effort
To make sure at the end
That when festivities are over
In my arms she will tend
So I will admit
That in regard to genders
A woman's spell has me beat
I do humbly surrender
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