LYRIC

If you had a room, he'd paint it white,
Survives the day, prefers the night,
Build sight.
Got a head for figures,
No time for bickers,
(or so he says,)
Prefers the company of a woman.
Finds it more physical,
(that's an important word,)
Always seen first then heard,
Such a rare bird.
With praise he glows,
With change he grows,
Finds that important,
Hates waiting, it's not stimulating,
Likes celebrating,
I can't understand why that is so funny,
That is sex.

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