WHO NEEDS A MAN?
Who needs a man,
someone that can,
be a barbarian?
Who needs his lies,
devious eyes,
thinking of tits and thighs?
Who needs his smile,
planning his guile,
walking you up the aisle?
Besides who needs a husband?
Who needs his tricks,
bad politics,
his Barbies after six?
Who needs him?
Who needs a man?
Who need his sex, his poor reflex?
Who needs a husband?
Who needs him so?
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VEM BRYR SIG
Behöver jag hans
slaskiga kyss
hans självgoda snobberier?
Behöver jag hans
barnsliga hyss,
hans fega förräderier?
Behöver jag hans
”I dag är jag kung”,
hans sexgalna fantasier?
Behöver jag hans
tråkiga sex
kampen för hans reflex?
Man tröttnar
på lukten av svett
hans klumpiga sätt
att jag aldrig kan få rätt.
Vem tusan bryr sig?
Vem bryr sig så?