A young woman of one score and eight, said men always mess up something great
Is it our fault the flesh is weak, the little head thinks the words we speak
It is our nature to sate our desires, humans flee from pain, it's pleasure we seek
Sexual infelicity, indiscreet or discreet is never meant to cause deliberate grief
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