The Gender Agenda

The Gender Agenda Because I am a man, I'm a mess This to you I must stress I won't notice the way you dress If you change your hair I must confess You know I wouldn't have a clue But I'd do anything for you Cos I'm your man And now I have your keys I'll wave goodbye to social niceties Oh you know that I don't like your friends And that I won't even pretend Oh no I won't pretend I do I'll go and sulk up in our room Cos I'm your man And though I might drink too much beer Really you've nothing to fear Cos I'm not a cheater No I'm practically St Peter I'm your man Look outside there's festive spirit Like most guys you know my heart is not in it No I don't care for We Three Kings' But for you I'd buy all the things Cos I'm your man I'm yours"