| Back as a boy I longed to be
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| The fellow women loved to see
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| And have them all consider me
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| I dreamed of Jeannie with delight
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| And Mary moanin' in the night
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| As I became with all my might
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| Developed into a fuller flower
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| This throbbing thrust of manly power
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| Consumed my every waking hour
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| I felt the urge, that awful itch
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| It mounted to a fever pitch
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| I had me girls no matter which
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| Ah, but the hottest fever cools
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| Those who don’t face that fact are fools
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| For like all men time overrules
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| What once was warm began to chill
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| As father time enforced his will
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| Until I wondered «am I still
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| «A Ladiesman?»
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| At first I tried to hide my loss
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| Pretending I was still the boss
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| With girls who’d never come across
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| But they moved with too swift a step
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| I needed patience more than pep
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| To keep alive my fading rep
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| Don’t get me wrong now, I not dead
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| My shoulders hold a damn good head
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| So joy has not completely fled
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| But it can never be the same
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| The vigor’s vanished from my game
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| For reminiscing, can you blame
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| A «Ladiesman»?
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| I look back at the life I’ve led
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| What would my powers have got, instead
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| Had I not shot so much in bed
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| A «Ladiesman»?
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| What tricky trade might I have tried
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| Had I not laid pre-occupied
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| But then whose ever satisfied
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| A «Ladiesman»?
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| The women I laid, frequently
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| Each in her heart held secretly
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| That she was really making me
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| A woman feels, a man may guess
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| That she conceals beneath her dress
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| A trap in which she can possess
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| She throws the bait, she shows the lure
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| There’s no escaping, that’s for sure
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| You’re never really free when you’re
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| Each fellow follows his own star
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| But take no appetite too far
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| That’s sound advice, in case you are
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| But you call all this sour grapes
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| Devote yourself to willing rapes
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| And never mind what all escapes
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| Oh, you must feel betrayed by age
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| I’m reading from a later page
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| You can’t hear me at your stage
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| A «Ladiesman»
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| Therefore, my boy, enjoy your prime
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| Until your fateful date with time
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| When no longer can you claim, «Hey I’m
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| A Ladiesman»
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| Hey, there’s a beauty, you agree?
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| Has quite a body, hasn’t she?
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| Well, sock it to her once for me!
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| A «Ladiesman» |