He is a man who needs no oils or scents The arts of makeup, filters on a lens A touch of blush upon his honest chin A photographer’s vanity lights placed just so
He is a man who is his own manly self Washed, shaved, and combed by his own rugged hands Hands that know shovel, hammer, ax, and saw A businessman’s hands, a protective father’s hands
He is a man who needs no frippery For he is clean and honest and just, you see