Man made

More of you

less of me

More of her

less for me

i showed you my chest
and so did she
but i showed you my heart
and she showed you her tits

oh shit
i lost again
i taught love was stronger
not wordly gains

if i used my head more
kept my heart in a safe
and had you at my beck and call
wont that be great?

but even hero's cry
and saints do lie
and a preacher is no good in his own home,
we all want more than we find.

i see the way you look at her
and i see the way she looks at me
to you she's a rose
fresh from the earth
to her am a thorn
thorn in her flesh

i have never seen her
but i feel her in your presence
and when you make love to me
you imagine she's the one present

i sure do get jealous
every woman does
and am sure she's jealous too
after all
she's a woman too

but i wont fight this
No
I have no strength to spare
Taking care of your children is
enough for my head dear.

I won't leave you either
for there is one thing i know

Karma is bitch

and what you reap you must sow.