Solving Evolving

It must have been a problem
Since we came from the trees
How a man gets these stirrings
Between the navel and the knees
While the object of his desire
Seemingly blithely unaware
Her mind on other things
Sits and messes with her hair

And her every movement
Sets his body on fire
Being civilised these days
He tries to hide his desire
He prays to any god
For his sanity's sake
Please don't make this the day
For one of those headaches

The world keeps on turning
As he keeps his fingers crossed
Lusting and hoping that
His cause isn't lost
Oh this war of the sexes
Doesn't make any sense
But he's ready for any action
And Vive la difference

Its supposed to be a mans, world
With his drive and his thrust
But he's just a willing slave
In the cause of his lust
Nothing seems to have changed
Since we came down from the trees
Man keeps getting those stirrings
Between the navel and the knees

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