On Love (From a Male Perspective)

Love is fleeting bliss,
Starting with a stupid little kiss,
That you thought went well,
But she probably thought un-swell,
But, what the hell,
Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is love,
So you're already on the way
To what you dreamt of.

Now you're together,
You two will be forever,
Neither of you will ever,
Do the other wrong.
She makes you a sandwich,
You write her a song
And, everything's good,
The dopamine's workin' then,
It's workin' then,
And all that really means is a twelve
On a scale from one to ten,
But, then she screws up more than just your day,
When she starts dating the kid that you thought was gay?...

Yeah, now you're depressed,
She's just better than the rest,
And now you can't express the pain you feel,
It just won't end! and you can't go to your friends
'Cause, you'll just look like a pussy to them...

So don't fall in love, it's never ever good,
You'll just be sadder than you thought you would,
And your head will try to tell you what to do,
But it'll get you in trouble with the ladies,
Prob'ly more than a few,
It's sad but true, your love is dead
(And by the way I was talking about the other head...).

See when your lust gets lively and you expect a lot,
The only thing that happens it that you get caught
Between, going for the girl who makes your heart clutch,
And the one that always gives you a massive head rush.
I know it's not fair, but neither is life,
But what man has ever really wanted a wife?
So, just be wary of women and their tricks,
And when it comes to love, you
Prob'ly won't get your fix.