another day, once more i never speak
chatrooms for gays, some can make me hard
but i can't feel much hope for men naked
if i will be there with men instead of porn

some men will need to meet
with the gays and need to cream
i always say i'd blow your dong
oh, but something's always wrong

another make of masculine, that's why
my int'rest sunk back, screwing the guys
a shade of poop, the grimey stink o' sweat
that's why i say something's always wrong

some men i need to see
lying naked 'tween the sheets
i always say i'd blow your dong
oh, but something's always wrong

some men have failed to see they're men
their gazes say "we've been misled"
they gaze too much, in awe of cocks
oh, and nothing's ever wrong

some men have failed to make amends
and mend their brains from ad'lescence
and looking at the dude who's hung
no, there's nothing ever wrong

some men have failed to see they're men
their gazes say "we've been misled"
they gaze too much, in awe of cocks
oh, and nothing's ever wrong