Now I’m supposed to be cool under the collarnA student of the dollarnA proven scholar in a school of commercenA dude who's smooth and stalwartnWho’ll never lose his calm ornDrool and slober like a foolnAnd fall for a doll like Julia RobertsnBut still they get to menLike Destiny’s Child don’t drive me wildnIntellectually, but they fresh to seenI guess I’m being a misogynistnAnd I acknowledge thisnThe problem isnI just don’t see all girls as goddessesn‘cause so often of them I think lessnLike Princess, why’s this silly pseudo-pimpnPressed against your pink dress?nWhen he drinks Ex, does his stink breath impress?nCuz he has no genuine interest and he only thinks sexnNot your heart, soul, or IQ - and why do I know this?nOh miss, I try boo but I’m a guy toonAnd so I’m qualified to saynThat what a lot of guys displaynAre just some hollow lies devised to get playnBut I won't apologize ‘cause most of ya’ll ain’t slow chicksnWith no wits, so when a pro approaches you should know thisnIt’s easy decoding the motives of these horny guysnYou’re roses but the thorns you expose keep me torn insidenAnd keep me writing poems devoted to my corny sidenSo I’ll probably still be home with my folks when I’m 45nBut… I’m Out of Love …nnSo I’m not quick to give props to cutenChicks though they’re hot ‘cause dudenThe awful truth is when it comes to lovenThey don’t gots a cluenLike how does Pretty Woman constitute a romance?nSome old man that’s got some loot knockin’ boots with a prostitute?nSo homie don’t be lead astray in any waynWhen women say they want a mannThey mean a wallet and a wedding daynStill them girls with extensions in their hairnAnd pretentious inner wearnThey leave me all defenseless in their staresnBut they don’t care for my attentionnWhich is senseless ‘cause I swearnThat there’s no need to mentionnGood intentioned men are scarcenI want a Clair Huxtable …nI want a Clair Huxtable ya’ll!nSee if I had a Clair Huxtable I’d tell her shylynI’m like the letter “q” – no where without u beside menNow I won’t make this any cheesiernMaybe I don’t hate ‘cause they’re sleaziernBut simply ‘cause that way it’s easiernI’m scared to fail sonEven if the chick has got a halonAnd a fat tail like J. LonI’ll still lay lownThis frail soul has only got his pride to protect himnSo I’ll deny a connection instead of vie for affectionnPlus we find it soothing to mock the short skirtsn‘cause that length tends mirror our sense of self-worthnSometimes, instead of being free from these confinesnIt’s safer to stay disgruntled and just pummel dumb mindsnWith punch lines, without discretion or respect to give ‘emn‘cause a good offense is the best defense … mechanismnI’m out of love…nnSo I don’t feel like telling ya’ll tonThrow your hands in the airnAnd wave ‘em all around ‘cause I just don’t carenI’m a sharp jerk who keeps his heart’s hurtnBuried deep beneath this smart smirknAnd in parts of my darker artworknMy partner’s out there but we ain’t together stillnSo I better build with someone ‘cause I doubt that we ever willnAnd if I never feel love at least I’ll never crynIf only fools fall, guess I’m a pretty clever guynFor never trying and just voluntarily stayin’ solitairen‘cause in all sincerity who wants to marry me?nI’m callous and cold and I’ve grown distantn‘cause most sistren only talk to menWhen their man won’t listennThe world’s a stage but not everyone acts rightnAt the club I’m seeing more tricks than a half-pipenNow I’ll never diss a sister or call one a slut whorenBut some honeys is hard-headed like Mt. RushmorenI’m sorry I swore I won’t bashnBut if they treat ya like a substitute teachernIt’s probably ‘cause you got no classnNow hold fast, every woman’s a queennIf you’re as lost as I am then you’d know what I meannI’m out of love…nThis is out of love …