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Don't Call Me Vain (PLEASE) Some say I'm handsome, and some say I'm bold, Fact of the matter is, I'm growing old(er). Some say I'm rugged but I think not, For I shave my forehead, and have a pot. My intellect, my feelings, are not left to rot, I think of women more often than not! They're beautiful beings I love them too much, "You shouldn't have such thoughts" clack the muckety-mucks! I like 'em young, and I like them keen, Is it my fault that I am so pristine? "Oh act your age" the old fogies say, I don't understand them on any given day. For I am what I am, I can't get away from that, Call me a cradle robber and I'll give you a spat. Don't call me up, don't call me short, I can talk to the kids on any one sport. I can talk to the kids face to face, With me vs. them it's never a race. So age makes no difference my patients say, I can be on their level on any one day. Please don't look down on me, and judge me not, When I go out with younger women it's not a plot. I feel young, and I feel free, When I date a younger woman - that really is ME! |
Additional Notes:
A little bit of insight into my life (such as it is).
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