| It's Hard To Be A Gentleman |
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| Baby, why don’t you tell me the truth? |
| What is the worst I could do; |
| Tell you that I understand |
| More than your man? |
| Darling, I don’t pretend to know why |
| You can’t even look me in my good eye |
| But I know that you |
| Could see right through |
| Naked shoulder blades and swollen glands |
| Sweaty fingers when we’re holding hands |
| And I will always do the best I can |
| But it’s hard to be a gentleman |
| So, baby |
| Whether it’s boozed at the bar |
| Or here in the front of your car |
| We are… |
| I regret; |
| As close as we’ll get |
