I don't want to see any tear slide
Down that heroic face
And that fully sculpted body
To reach fantastic heights
That only a daydream could top
I don't want to see a single feminine ounce
Nor any airs or gestures that mean
And God knows they're still the worst
Coming to castrate you for a few vocal riffs
Away from you, those delicate tactics
All those women on diets
Who feminize, knock you groggy
Pretending to be the faithful Messiah
Of that proud archaic model
You'll hold in your hands the iconic legacy
Of Apollo, and like every boy
You'll run after a ball like a champ
And become my little historic hero
I want to see your pale skin darken with fights
So none of those ladies
Steer you toward pink, harmful lands
For glorious lads
You'll hoist your masculine power
To counter that sensitive essence
That your mother throws at us in the family
She tires your invulnerable Achilles
You'll count your bills of abundance
That blossom beneath your feet
That you'll never meet
You'll spit shamelessly in every direction
You'll march proud and juiced
On flesh, on protein-fed nerves
You'll shine through your physical strength
Your dominant look, your thug stance
To despise the weak
You'll enjoy your rough spark
But me, but me, I play with girls
But me, but me, I don't flaunt my d*ck
But me, but me, I'll speed up your wrinkles
So your words stop and vanish
But me, but me, I play with girls
But me, but me, I don't flaunt my d*ck
But me, but me, I'll speed up your wrinkles
So your words stop and vanish