You got a lotta bravado
You coppin’ massive machismo, you know
You wanna mano a mano, baby
I’m ain’t no violent type though, you know me
Don’t got no villain vaquero
Don’t got no Marly Boro to smoke
I’m just a flower child, lately
Sippin’ the milk brought out by the poppy seed
Help me help you understand
I’m not a real man
I am the mistress of a gun
I get it in bed before it kills someone, yeah
But if you fuck with my family
You’ll see the lover inside me leave me
I’ve got a bull ballistic, baby
He get a little sadistic, a little crazy
Help me help you to understand
He’s not a real man
He’s a delinquent in the street
Out running his mouth off
Unable to speak of a simple feeling
We live in a jungle
A bloody jungle
Mano a mano jungle, baby
You’re not the violent type
Well, to you godspeed
Somebody help me to understand
Just what is a real man
Is it an infant with a stick?
Out picking a fight with the quieter kids
I have come to understand
Just what is a real man
He is the mamma of a war
He sing it to sleep before it can deploy
He’s pinching the cheek of a little destroyer
He’s rocking grenaders in a cradle
A sedater