James is a self-proclaimed stud
Mind you, he's way too damn good looking
Every Saturday night, he'll walk into a new night club
And have the women all over him, like pudding
Being stinking rich, also helps, to a degree
This poor boy always has to make such a tough decision then
"Who's coming home with little old me?
As I'll leave the rest for anyone else who wants them"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem