I am a gentleman.
No, I am a woman.
...but I am a gentleman.
...but I am not a man.
Perhaps, a gentlelady.
That sounds strange.
I open doors and bring flowers.
I'd throw down a thousand coats to watch you walk on dry land.
Cook dinner for your family.
Then do the dishes because it's right.
Stand beside when you're wrong, but in a pair of heels.
Hold hands in public because I don't care.
Defend your honor like a Knight.
Firm handshakes and lip gloss.
That describes me.
But I'm better at me with you.