Mark R Slaughter - Women for the Men lyrics

To clasp a silken-textured breast Is nothing but a daily quest Of preternatural drive. We wonder of the fulsome fare Her bra undone might bring to bear - Disclosing all so we may stare For hours on end upon the pair of Why-do-woman's-curves-ensnare- the-brains- of-men? - A bleak affair, And why we still survive!