Men like me don't grow on trees
we're made in secret factories
and shipped off to the reject stores
or shops that deal in damaged goods.
Men like me don't grow in woods.

You won't see many of me around
and if not for the if but what's
and spots that dance between my eyes
I'd think that what I said was lies
but I know it's not.
But what if buts became but if's and poor old stiffs like me could forget they came from the factory and fit in with some form of socialised society
(not secret) for I've had enough of them
men like me don't grow on trees.

Please yourself that's what you do
get a man that's just like you
and just like you he'll let you down
but sacrifice that pride
and look inside the men that do not grow on trees
if you please.