Wannabe Womanizer

He thinks he’s funny

and I think it’s funny

he tries to prove what he’s not

 

He says that money

will make him somebody

but straight’s what he wants

 

I know your secret

Are you going to keep it?

You can’t hide from your gut

 

I know your secret

Are you going to try and sneak it

with a womanizer front?

 

He thinks he’s loving

I think he’s just shoving

his confusion into any hole

 

Keep on running

where you want to be sunny

but show up with a cold front

 

I know your secret

Are you going to keep it?

You can’t hide it from my gut

 

I know your secret 

Are you going to believe it

with womanizing conduct?

 

Can’t tune down your tone

so your frustrations roam

but a girl’s not where it’s at

so bring that boy up to bat

 

I know your secret

Are you going to try and keep it?

You can’t hide from what you want

 

I know your secret

Are you going to try and conceal it

with another salacious stunt?

 

 

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