Let us not complicate
Though you speak of my deceit
Perpetrated upon women

I have always left to others
The decision to find fault
In my tendencies

Whether it be that of good
Or wicked, this I trust in both
As it forms my character

Is it confession, you request
Or are you exploiting
My course of life

If this is to be known
Then I shall admit
But have you ever awakened
In unfamiliar beds, with ladies

You fail to remember