Rules for one, rules for the other
Now I wonder why it should be?
That men get away with murder,
When a slag is all we see!
They think they are studs?
But sadly they are not,
In fact I would go as far to say,
They should be bloody shot!
Men have decorum,
Think women have none?
All they want...
Is to get the job done!
A stud is what they think they are?
Well, ladies, what can I say?
They're just a load of toe rags,
At the end of the day...
Mmmm, a rake they like to call themselves,
But a no-mark is what they are,
They think they are the bees knees?
Think they shine just like a star?
Well now ladies please,
You got to give them credit,
For their total cheek!
And for the way they edit!
They edit their own little tale,
Of conquests past and gone,
All of course, it's in their minds,
Dreams of what they wished they'd done!
Studs, thats the word,
That brings all men to mind,
But what can I say girls,
Tis male slags is all we find!
But, we have to humour them,
To keep them on their toes,
Cos after all, when said and done,
It's the female species that knows...
We know that they are buggers,
They're there at the drop of a hat,
And before you know it, oooop's,
It's over, just like that!
Laugh my ass off ladies,
We gota have a joke,
And make the fellas know,
That they're just another bloke!
Stud...whats that?
Cos when all's said and done,
They're just little boys,
Who wana have some fun!
Rules for one and rules for the other,
But hey, no matter what,
We know what they really are,
And like I say, they should be shot!!
So then ladies, please,
Lets let them live their dream,
Cos after all, the reality is...
Things are never as they seem!