Try the moon, you'll weight less there
That's what being a man is like: making mistakes and not caring
There's only one kind of kiss, man faces his woman, closes his eyes, imagines he's with someone else, just like sex
So, when some moo-cow thunders in here with a pie under each chin, I'm not supposed to ask if that's the Star Spangled banner she's belching so I know whether to sit or stand
