Every guy I know says women are too damn particular.
Women talk and they expect the man to be a listener.
They wanna walk while holdin' hands and whisper I love you.
They need a combination Casanova Donahue.
The men pull up in foreign cars, and drop there little women off.
I serve'm frozen daqueries, while sugar daddys playin' golf.
The heroes from the golfin' wars return and holler scotch.
The ladies slip there rings back on.
I'm in a diamond they're not hard to find.
When I dig a little deeper, and take my time.
They sparkle and they shine, precoius jewels of every kind.
I'm just stealin' from the blind, I'm in a diamond mine.
The big shots at the country club all act like I'm invisable.
They never see me treet their women like they're irresitable.
They think that I don't have a clue about the way things are,
I hope the leave me in the dark.