Drop Dead

A charmed circle on the dance floor,
a spell-binding display...
it's rather more than he bargained for,
Snow White or Morgan le Fay.

"Drop dead", she said.

Hey, big man, let testosterone flow,
flex the muscles like a monkey.
The male plumage is all puffed up in show
but the girls know how to debunk it.

"Drop dead", she said.

In a sense some men are always caught in adolescence,
trying to crack the mystery girl cocoon.
It doesn't take a wicked witch
to point out obsolescence is a state
they might wake up to pretty soon.
Is it any wonder when they hone that perfect put-down
to deflate the macho tough guy male buffoon?

"Drop dead", she said.



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Writer(s): Peter Hammill, Hugh Robert Banton, Guy Randolph Evans
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