When young men get together
They don’t talk about the weather
They compare conquests they have had
They speak until swellheaded
Of girlfriends they have bedded
Exchanging lies that are really rather sad
With more than slight exaggeration
Confusing sex with masturbation
To imagined women they'll never know
If truth were to be known
They spend most their nights alone
With a lover that will never tell them no
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