what a heart bleeding
what a man's man
you'll soon have her eating
out the palm of your hand

your words are aimless
but what difference does it make
because her eyes are senseless
and locked on your face

soon to reap the reward
of your wordplay and "wit"
your clever aim towards
the slit 'tween her hips

what a bleeding heart, what an obvious plan
what a load of ****, soon you'll too understand