It starts with a haircut that you don't understand.
All dressed up looking so sharp just knowing you're the man.
With a walk to the beat and your move's on the peak,
the game is on tonight.
With a smile on your face but along with the taste
a loneliness to replace.
Oh man, you look so good tonight.
Every woman you need, for your expertise
to hear the cheers for you, where you sit alone
but with your dignity on the phone,
begging you to come home.
Your mind slips away with every minute that you stay.
Messed up your haircut but still you feel the same
Cause your god's gift to women but they don't have an opinion
at least not the pretty ones.
As long as they keep on coming, this place she belong in,
a game you'll never win.
So sad this seems to be your fate.
All alone again and a fat off day,
your ship will never come in and you never win,
unless the golden rule becomes your friend.
And you should never pretend.
La la la la la la la
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