I'm on a roll...

I think women want a guy
they can control. Someone
somewhat
predictable like a
chart, they can patrol
I think when they find
out he's unrestrainable,
they let him go.
This love he has for them
now becomes unattainable
They send him on a mental trip
to some unknown
north celestial pole.
He becomes the play thing,
the toy.
The man
that reminds them of
that lost endless summer
fun boy
those days gone - bummer

He becomes the guy
they know they'll always behold,
yet who can't fill that void,
always untold.
their relationship just becomes
one theatrical role
The guy who they go to
to give them the
greatest whirl.
The guy who, in the end,
if they let him love them
would've gave
them the world...
Hey all you hearts
I'm on a roll