The heart of a man Is so simple and thin It is so stubborn That it never gives in The heart of a man Is so different and plain It has no emotions Towards the women he has lain The heart of a man Is so small and black It has no rhythm For the feelings it lacks The heart of a man Is so mischevious and crude It has no manners For it is always rude The heart of a man Is so protective and possesive It has no doubts That it is always obsessive.