Well I'm finding it harder. to be a gentleman every day. all the manners that I've been taught. have slowly died away. but if I held the door open for you. It wouldn't make your day. You think that I care. about me and only me. when every single girl needs help. climbing up a tree. well I know it don't take much. to satisfy me. Maybe it's whatever's in my head. that's distracting me. but if i could find emotion. to stimulate devotion. well then you'd see. Well I'm finding it hard to say. that I need you twenty times a day. I feel comfortable so baby why. don't you feel the same?. have a doctor come and visit us. and tell us which one is sane. Well I never said I wouldn't. Throw my jacket in the mud for you. but my father gave it to me so. maybe I should carry you. then you said. "You almost dropped me". so then I did. and I got mud on my shoes.