They buy you dinner, open your door.
Other then that, what are they good for?
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.
They all want a girl just like the girl,
That married dear old dad: they make me so mad.
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.
Well, you can't beat 'em up 'cause they're bigger then you.
You can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em.
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.
They love their toys; they make their noise.
They're nothing but a bunch of overgrown boys.
Men! I'm talking 'bout men.
If you give 'em what they want, they never fall in love.
Don't give 'em nothin' they can't get enough:
Men! I'm talking 'bout men.
Well, you can't beat 'em up 'cause they're bigger then you.
You can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em.
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.
In the beginning they always aim to please.
They serve a purpose; they fill a need.
They ensure survival of the species.
They take you for a ride, run of gas.
Most of the time they're a pain in the a-a yeah, yeah.
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.
Well, you can't beat 'em up 'cause they're bigger then you.
You can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em.
Men! I'm talkin' 'bout men.
Silver tongue devils.
Well, they're lying through their teeth.
Saying anything,
Just to sweep you off your feet.
Ooh yeah, men! talkin' 'bout men.
Mere mortal men.
Men Lyrics by Forester Sisters
. Song rating: 4.5 [1 vote]
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