The world changes, people changes, that's the story I tell, I'm a man, been a man, but I'm not living well, I've forgot my roles that I play to be a leader to the women, so once I change, they change, for I have messed their vision, I can't protect them, they protect me, and put on my pants and ask me out, when I'm about, and became the kings of romance, so now they lead me, while I'm freely standing out in the dust, and does this anger me, yes it angers me, but I'm not gonna cuss, for I can only shrug, grab a jug, and wash my pain all away, and recall how my actions and slacking made women this way.