What Does A Woman See In A Man?
He stinks to high heaven, half covered with hair
And grunts just like some old orangutan
While she smells of clean skin and a trace of jasmine
And speaks like a first rate librarian
His stomach hangs out, there s a hump on his back
He eats like Conan the Barbarian
While she keeps herself trim, and her posture is prim
Her manners are quite cosmopolitan
He laughs like a donkey and farts in the bed
And flips cigarettes in the can
But she always acts nice, with no visible vice
Tell me, what does a woman see in a man?
He hangs out in bars and he tells stupid jokes
And seems to think he s a comedian
But she s clever, polite, stays sober all night
And sips on her one Presbyterian
He drives a gas hog like Attila the Hun
And woe to the luckless pedestrian
While she prefers bikes and bird-watching hikes
And sailing and riding equestrian
He has a name like Duane or Leroy
Hers is Vanessa or Anne
Hers sounds like a song but Duane is all wrong
Tell me, what does a woman see in a man?
Doesn t she know that she s unique
Doesn t she know that he s just a freak of nature
Overbearing, insecure, wanting love but so unsure
Loving her because she s pure
And yet, dreaming of orgies in Vegas or Cannes
He preens and strikes poses Olympian
While she shoulders the cross
And lets him play boss
His nurse and long-suffering Samaritan
He brags about knocking the world on its ass
But oh, when the shit hits the fan
She ll bail him out, she s the one with the clout
Only she knows how humankind ever began
What does a woman see in a man?
What does a woman see in a man?
