Let us not complicate
Though you speak of my deceit
Perpetrated upon women
I have always left to others
The decision to find fault
In my tendencies
Whether it be that of good
Or wicked, this I trust in both
As it forms my character
Is it confession, you request
Or are you exploiting
My course of life
If this is to be known
Then I shall admit
But have you ever awakened
In unfamiliar beds, with ladies
You fail to remember