Whispering endearments, you play your part.
Smoothly getting girls to let down their guard.
For a man of your oily charm it isn't hard.
You know how it will end right from the start.
Making sure that cupid you always outsmart,
by in the end always playing your wild card.
shattering their love in to tiny shards,
protecting the moving target of your heart.

One of these days you surely will be shot.
With an arrow right through that big bulls eye.
Then once and for all you will be caught,
yet by then, all womankind will then be wise.
Thus, you will languor, your heart in knots.
With only your wounded ego as your prise.