You follow the women
Like nomads followed food
You crave their attention
You are selfish
You are rude

You need their doe-eyed stares
Like the worst addicted fiend
You have no respect for others
You are jaded
You are mean

I cannot compete with beauty
I cannot compete with grace
I cannot compete against ladies
With lilting laughs
And charming tastes

I cannot be something better
Than what you already have
I can only offer patience
Only mollify the bad

I would like to be a princess
I would like to be a queen
But I am marked a simple jester
By the way that I must be

I cannot compete with giggles
Or with shy-eyed little smiles
I can only sing a song or two
I cannot put out your fires

I would like to be the one you pick
I would like to be the one
But I cannot compete with beauty
So there is nothing to be done