Well I'm finding it harder

to be a gentleman every day

all the manner that I've been taught

have slowly died away

but if I held the door open for you

It would'nt make your day



You think that I care

about me and only me

when every single girl needs help

climbing up a tree

well I know it don't take much

to satisfy me



Maybe it's whatever's in my head

that's distracting me

but if i could find emotion

to stimulate devotion



Well I'm finding it hard to say

that I need you twenty times a day

I feel comfortable so baby why

don't you feel the same?

have a doctor come and visit us

and tell us which one is sane



I'd never said I wouldn't

throw my jacket in the mud for you

but my father gave it to me so

maybe I should carry you

then you said

You almost dropped me

so then I did

and I got mud on my shoes