If you see my face go soft then I say
It s time for these games to end these are lame
If you look in my face you ll see that I am faced
With your choice in my place when this is in poor
Taste

If I explain to you when I want to
Then I would go through your fake male revue
Of how great you must be since your hung like the
Horse in that image that you watch when you touch it

So I say into your such strong words that I m sure
If I checked into your such strong insecure
Cause I know what I ve seen and I know what you
Mean, you re all fists with no heart and small shoes
When you re hard

I am fed up with every word that you say
You re a typical male who doesn t know how to play
So you make up your words with a false hidden
display, and then you run out when it is your own
turn to play

We both know you fall short of what it would take
To push in further the walls that suround your face
You re scared because you do not have what it would
take, to satisfy her when you come up to the plate