You slouch and moan
Drunk
About your luck with the girls
Or lack thereof
They always go for twats
He treats her like shit
You wouldn’t
Apparently
I wonder how you know
We all like to think
Surely
That we’re the good guy
nice guy
Knight in shining armour
The one everyone’s routing for.
When truthfully
You want to shag her just as much as the twat does
Only he
Unlike you
Chats her up
Compliments her
Makes her feel sexy
Maybe he’s the good guy
The one we’re all routing for
Sure
He doesn’t look like it
But I’m sure he has a mother who loves him at Christmas.
It’s easy to claim we’d treat girls like angels
When in reality
It doesn’t happen so easy
But
As long as you slouch
And moan
Drunk
You’ll never know that.
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