You been hurt too much Can't even enjoy a touch Too many games and such You use excuses like a crutch,
Same old disguise You prefer dancing to lies As long as you don't have to compromise It's commitment you despise,
Just enough drinks might get it Forget those bad memories if you let it Just set it and forget it Just maybe one more hit,
All things come to those that sit Don't forget the magic of that golden slit Got to fit like a catcher's mit Not too old to remember this bit,
You got eyes that slide Even when you're by my side Always looking it's your pride If he's got money then he won't be denied,
That familiar car back seat You can already feel the heat In a parking lot or side street Don't have to be elite,
You got that golden stare Walk out on a man without a care There's only one reason why he's there As long as you get your share,
You been hurt too much Can't even enjoy a touch Too many games and such You use excuses like a crutch,
Just another funky date So easy just to clean that slate Wondering if he'll take that bait Guys are so easy no need for a mate,
You got to free up that hand As though you're in a foreign land Got to cash in on that tar sand Remember to keep him under your command,
Morning comes with a little dread Tell him all those drinks went to your head Maybe back home to your place instead What was his name? You think it was Ted,
It's just another day One way or another they'll pay Drinks and more, what do you say? It's not who you know, it's with who you lay,
You been hurt too much Can't even enjoy a touch Too many games and such You use excuses like a crutch.
The Single Man's Burden
by Doc Vega
Mar 5, 2021
You been hurt too much
Can't even enjoy a touch
Too many games and such
You use excuses like a crutch,
Same old disguise
You prefer dancing to lies
As long as you don't have to compromise
It's commitment you despise,
Just enough drinks might get it
Forget those bad memories if you let it
Just set it and forget it
Just maybe one more hit,
All things come to those that sit
Don't forget the magic of that golden slit
Got to fit like a catcher's mit
Not too old to remember this bit,
You got eyes that slide
Even when you're by my side
Always looking it's your pride
If he's got money then he won't be denied,
That familiar car back seat
You can already feel the heat
In a parking lot or side street
Don't have to be elite,
You got that golden stare
Walk out on a man without a care
There's only one reason why he's there
As long as you get your share,
You been hurt too much
Can't even enjoy a touch
Too many games and such
You use excuses like a crutch,
Just another funky date
So easy just to clean that slate
Wondering if he'll take that bait
Guys are so easy no need for a mate,
You got to free up that hand
As though you're in a foreign land
Got to cash in on that tar sand
Remember to keep him under your command,
Morning comes with a little dread
Tell him all those drinks went to your head
Maybe back home to your place instead
What was his name? You think it was Ted,
It's just another day
One way or another they'll pay
Drinks and more, what do you say?
It's not who you know, it's with who you lay,
You been hurt too much
Can't even enjoy a touch
Too many games and such
You use excuses like a crutch.