The Player

He says I love these girls,
I throw out my bills, my lines
They fetch like a dog
barking with asses and thighs
Waiting for a bone thrown to turn them
From man’s bitch to man’s wife
He leans back with a smile and whispers with guile
Left eyebrow raises thinks he’s preaching to the choir
I leave ‘em as bitches don’t like my hands tied

Prechorus:
He’s the one they call player
He’s fucked but never loved

Chorus:
His heart
overflows
with emptiness
The fate
of a boy
who’s never loved

He’s had her on her knees
And she’s touched his every crevice
They’ve both been soaking wet
But his eyes don’t disclose wetness
His eyes are films only he can access
With jokes only he can laugh at
She’s an actress so she can’t see the madness
It’s all wrong he thought he had this
Situation under control
The phallic, callous bull now cowering like a calf would

He’s the one they call player
He’s fucked but never loved
His heart overflows with emptiness
So he fucks but never loves

Chorus:
His heart
overflows
with emptiness
The fate
of a boy
who’s never loved

He says I hate these girls
I throw out my ears to listen
Can’t tie their shoes
But they sure can bitch
I just wish
They were more than chests exposed
and skirts swishing
He leans forward with a grin
and his gears start to spin
He’s onto something good
But he’s skating so thin
Maybe they’re just like me
He thinks he’s like them
The problem’s not with them
The problem’s within

Chorus:
His heart
overflows
with emptiness
The fate
of a boy
who’s never loved