Although I'm getting on a bit,
I know the girls still fancy me.
I see it when they pass me by
and take a second glance at me.
I know a come-on when I see one
and certainly know what to do
but try to check that she's a free one
before I follow through.
Some girls are quite up-front for it
and take a sexy stance for me;
I always know I've made a hit
when mothers look askance at me.
Most women fantasise the fun
of titivating someone new
so who am I that I should shun
more passes than I'm due ?
Despite my grey hair I'm quite fit
and stun them when they dance with me.
I also charm them with my wit
to make them take a chance on me.
It's easy if you've got the cheek
to woo them with your soulful sighs
and anyway I've got the cash
to get between their thighs.
I love to help them shed their kit;
I guess I'm just a ladies' bum,
a sucker for a thrusting tit
and in my pocket ain't no gun.
But girls these days are much too sly;
they lead you on then change their minds
and suddenly they turn so shy
and flounce away their plump behinds.
So here I am alone again
which seems to be my usual plight.
Still -
though not the luckiest of men,
tomorrow is another night.
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