Men want to get on you
Their testosterone rages
Give them their wish
Set it free from the cages
They hold in their stomachs
And what is below
Until the explosion is all
They want to know
Raining on you
It's their kind of love
That they put on you like a silk glove
How they fit
How they have fits
When you don't understand
That they are not woman
They are man
With their doing it love
That will make you sweat
It's okay, you're a woman
That's what women get.
