Gentle words had been my weapons Careful openness, and fragile honesty Had gradually begun to slowly win him over And somehow had lured him here
Despite my obvious display of defect My miserable frailty Of which I never made a secret I disarmed him with my sincerity That never waned, despite the laughter Of public insult, ridicule Not even when confessing meant Turning myself into a wretched fool
Some men are like chocolate, But most of them are like shit And if you don't have the experience To spot that tiny difference You're likely to fall for all of it
In secret on those Rare occasions When no living soul was near No eyes, no ears No other people Were around to see or hear So there was no danger of some chance intruder To doubt his manliness and strength Then suddenly his words grew gentler, And his gestures slightly changed
He did not seem to mind my presence at all Came even closer of his own accord Yet still he veiled Each subtile revelation In rough-cut gowns of what we call "the accidental touch"
Some men can truly be like chocolate, But most of them are more like shit And if you don't have the experience To spot that subtile difference You're likely to fall for all of it
Some men are like chocolate, But most of them are like shit And if you don't have the experience To spot that subtile difference You're likely to fall for yhe mere promise of a kiss