I am a man who holds secrets like a little boy
I am a man who stands with his boys and stares at the breast of a pretty woman making crude comments or just winking my eye.
I am a man who puts his pants on one leg at a time and pulls them up tight or lets them hang low.
I am a man who goes to work at a dangerous job,
brings home the bacon, yet I can't seem to fry it up too,
but I am a man.
I am a man who can love you til your tears from the pleasure are no longer there.
I am a man, I am a man,
Who when I close that door at night, when I strip down till I am bare and naked only to myself,
when I look in the mirror, when I look in the mirror,
The cracks spider like a web revealing what the little boy secret is...
am I, am I,
Really a Man.