MOST GENTLEMEN DON'T LIKE LOVE

When mommy, in her sixteenth year,
Was dreaming of romance a lot,
She thought that she was Guinivere,
And every boy Sir Lancelot!

But now that mommy's more mature
And knows her way about,
She doesn't believe in "vive l'amour!",
For mommy's found out;

Most gentlemen don't like love,
They just like to kick it around.
Most gentlemen can't take love,
'Cause most gentlemen can't be profound.


As Madame Sapho in some sonnet said,
"A slap and a tickle
Is all that a fickle
Male ever had in his head!".


For most gentlemen don't like love;
I've been in love,
So I know what I'm talking of!
And oh, to my woe I have found
They just like to kick it around.

In every land, children, they're all the same;
A roll in the clover,
and when it's over,
"So long, and what's your name?".

Oh, just remember, when you get the chance,
A kiss in the corner
With old Jack Horner
Means, when he mentions romance;

That most gentlemen don't like love;
I've been in love,
So I know what I'm talking of!
And oh, to my woe I have found,
They just like to kick it around.