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They buy you dinner open your doorOther then that what are they good forMen I'm talking about menThey all want a girl just like the girl that married dear old dadThey make me so madMen I'm talking about men[Chorus]Well you can't beat 'em up cause they're bigger then youYou can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'emMen, I'm talking about menThey love their toys, they make their noiseThey're nothing but a bunch of over grown boysMen, I'm talking about menIf you give 'em what they want they never fall in loveDon't give 'em nothing they can't get enoughMen, I'm talking about men[Chorus]In the beginning they always aim to pleaseThey serve a purpose they fill a needThey ensure the survival of the speciesThey take you for a ride run of gasMost of the time they're a pain in the Yea, yeaMen I'm talking about menSilver tongue devils, lying through their teethSaying anything just to sweep you off of your feetOoh yea men, talking about men, mere mortal men From Letras Mania