You’re Gonna Lose


I fall in love with each mirror I see,
don’t think I’ll ever-ever get enough of me.
I got chiselled looks and a heart of stone,
we can talk about me till the cows come home.
Steal a young girl’s heart, make a Cougar cry.
I go weak at the knees when I stare in my eyes.
I don’t hide my face behind a unkempt beard,
kiss myself goodnight *kiss* hey, it’s not that wierd.

Give the Devil his dues, it’s all the truth.
But don’t make me choose. Between me and you:

You’re gonna lose.

If you see me smilin’ then I’m thinkin’ ’bout me,
I am the very definition of potency.
I gotta hide my body it’d shame the Gods,
ev’ry perfect toned muscle defyin’ all the odds.
Got the world laid out at my flawless feet,
I am the livin’ legend whom you’re achin’ to meet.
Some claim my manly beauty is only skin deep
but I got all the cards, so read ’em ‘n’ weep.

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I got good looks, good health,
fitness and wealth.
Fine taste as well,
just lucky as hell!

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©4.2.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

Stealin’ young girl’s hearts, makin’ Cougars cry.
x x x x conceit.
never the twain shall meet.
kiss myself goodnight (though that’s kinda wierd).
Where I lay my hat, that’s my x x home,
Stealin’ young girl’s hearts, ‘n’ makin’ ’em cry.
kissin’ the girls ‘n’ makin’ ’em cry
Stealin’ young girl’s hearts, I don’t have to try,
I am the very definition of strength and manly.


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