you know why i complain, cause i need a real man
not a child or a boy
give me a hard rock,
not a soft little toy
you think women are hard,
you think we're evil and mean
i think you don't need us
maybe you are on the wrong team
so i need a real man
and my standards are high
don't like what you heard
then you don't need to apply
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem