You gota be a monster to get what you need.
Some regrets are always not going for perfection
And yea he's way to far away.
The real man walks in  and gets close
To the blondes, red heads, the lovers
They want 150
They need 200
The real dream walks fearlessly
Taking what ever he wants.
Forget your *******
Yea if you let be free
He will overcome all fear
And huff his nomadic take over.
You don't exist he has everything you need.
Like fearless guts.
He says let me show you a close up shot superior ideals.