My Love Happy and Sad

I used to be good with plenty of flair. I'm forty now I've lost my hair. Women still see me beginning my twilight a younger woman my new desire to set me right. No drug will do no tragedy is as great to win and lose a fertile woman, there is nothing as terribly saddening, I hate fate. In all the world we ask What should I do. It's simple for a man I thought I knew. To be in her company no sex for a while. It's fine with me her feminine style. Holding a hand walking around a lake. My life is over, this impulse is so great. As it comes and goes my heart burns hard. Work kids and family duty, I've faked it so far. Oh, I'll be here to work and to die. Inside the drum will beat forever... A younger woman, oh my! I love my people except the competing man. We are civilized. Yeah, try if you can. I've known it forever, I want us all to die. Except me and all possible lovers, my kingdom, never will be made, I cry. I see us everyday. A woman's look and man's scowls. I want to breed one and shred the other somehow. It's a simple way of burning through life. Should I use a rock, gun or knife. If the woman sees me crazy, she certainly will. I'm the last option, this fake world, love will grow real. I've changed every week in my outlook on life. This bitter mean stance I feel won't go dry. We're born, grab the wishbone, a woman and man. Break it long or short, work out and well dress, screw everyone you can