Well I'm finding it harder to be a gentleman every day
all the manner that I've been taught have slowly died away
but if I held the door open for you It would'nt 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

I'd 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