How is it I can not enjoy
life's theater and school - a boy
Who gently walks the everglades
and marvels how all things are made
Who dwells inside a manly frame
and willingly divides the blame
Refusing women without shame
for trying to put in a claim
When all between us being clear
there are indeed some grounds for fear
To play a game that has no rules
Who'll be the slave, who'll be the fool?
How she prepares her hook and bait
in hoping she's not come too late
Now looking to fulfill a dream
she's got her eyes on me it seems
I'll tell you something lady fair
you'll never see me climb those stairs
I hear no music in the air
no scent of flowers anywhere
I see no reason to engage
in foolish love - a man my age
How is it I can not be charmed
by eager purpose so well armed?