Games We Play

All men are created equal
As so they say
And I think they’re right
But not in every way.
Every man wants a girl
Who’s pure in heart and soul
They grow crazy and frantic
Just looking for the tool
The talent or the skill
That will help them in their will
That will help them in their drive
To find that perfect girl
To find that perfect wife
Then that single treasure
Of their whole life’s quest
Is found and their hearts leap and pound
So fast and so wild that
It just might escape their
Muscled, swollen chest
The girl is found and they have played her games
Just for her eyes to turn their way
Now she’s looking
Now she’s hooked.
Now they’re a couple
And their hearts flow like the brook
Where they take their evening strolls
Their eyes shine like the moon
Under which they kiss goodnight
The challenge is over
Her heart is won
But now they look back
And think they’re too young
So he tells her he loves her
And for her not to cry
But they’ve gotten too close
So he must say good-bye
But I’ll be back he says
When we’re ready in due time
But it is not so fair to be treated so
He stole her heart
She gave him her soul
She’ll cry, she’ll stomp
She’ll probably even pout
Why are these men like this?
What are they all about?
Men take it for granted
That we’ll be here every day
They take it for granted
That just because we promised
We’re gonna stay
And we do
Till they break our hearts
And then run away