I look in your eyes and you caress me,
Your touch is doubtful and there’s no confidence,
Oh, I’d forgotten. You’ve just met a guy,
but it seems such a queer coincidence!
I can be mean, too, if need be, you know.
But don’t get mad, baby, who said you were mean?
It’s not your fault, after all, that I wasn’t man enough,
and you simply had to cut me clean.
I was just brainy, and you wanted brawny,
And getting you to admit that was quite daring.
Just so that you know, your loyalties have changed;
Well, I don’t mind the change, as long as there’s no sharing.
Your touch is lacking, and your gaze doubtful,
If I’ve done something wrong I cannot remember,
I can be mean, too, but my heart won’t let me,
and it aches as I hang my head … in silent surrender.