I'm Finding It Harder To Be A Gentleman

Well I'm finding it harderTo be a gentleman every dayAll the manner that I've been taughtHave slowly died awayBut if I held the door open for youIt would make your dayYou think that I careAbout me and only meWhen every little girl needs helpClimbing up a treeWell I know it don't take muchTo satisfy meMaybe it's whatever's in my mindThat's distracting meBut if i could find emotionTo stimulate devotionWell then you'd seeWell I'm finding it hard to sayThat I need you twenty times a dayI feel comfortable so baby whyDon't you feel the same?Have a doctor come and visit usAnd tell us which one is saneWell I never said I wouldn'tThrow my jacket in the mud for youBut my father gave it to me soMaybe I should carry youThen you said"You almost dropped me"So then I didAnd I got mud on my shoes