The true winner is that same man
At the finish line mouths dropped
That a guy won the female race
A disaster about to happen in time
Dimmed in shades of dark secrecy
The shush of many hearts about
Bedecked with hopes they grovel
He lives right next door to you
The Womanizer……………………
Strangely in every woman’s race live
The man is the star of the every road
It seems no way to stop this slow decay
Nasty like a child’s nose in rainy season
Known on the streets by even stray dogs
Now accepted as member of their pact
Except for the posture of us he dons
He is your uncle brother best friend
The Womanizer……………………………
Friends have no meaning to Jacopo
Another gulp may be foul or good adds
A taste bud with a new desire daily is sick
Simple courtesy rules have all disappeared
Woe unto that day the chips will be low man
Help would have grown wings and flown
It is the way we make our beds we lie in
He is there to corner all your friends
The Womanizer……………………………
Like a fly after the scent of rotten meat
Buzzing everywhere at the joy of game
Shamefully no common sense prevails
Lust deliriously for that which is vanity
In the process bruised minds are made
Away from civility the race to eat it all
Think of the flood of revenge which lies
He is bad beware of his “I am in a meeting”
The Womanizer……………………..
