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Despite the fact that you pull us through town,
And make us little pet names,
and embarass us when our friends are around,
None of this in my heart will win you fame.
Men are not your toys,
In which you involve in your little ploys.

Then when we are hot, you are cold,
And there is nothing we can do,
And if dare we be so bold,
To say you look nice, we get a slap or two,
For supposed "sexual harassment",
As you show off all you're sassment...

But as much as you think, men are not toys,
And even if we were to play along now and then,
Like playing "house" when we were boys,
That doesn't mean, "let's do it again",
Next saturday night,
The thought gives such a fright....