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There's only one man that the grandmas remember, the oldest grandmas
Who remember how he used to cling to their underwear when they were young
There's only one man that the grandmas remember
Who remember how he wakes up the girls when they stop being girls
Because he's the man women dream about when they dream about men
And he's the man who wets women when they console themselves alone
And he's the man women sigh for, the men can't
And he's the man who comforts women
And he's the man who consoles women
And he's the man women fantasize about
And he's the man who steals our girlfriends
And he's the man who steals our girlfriends
And he's the man who spies on women when it's sunny and it's Sunday
And he's the man who quickly makes them his own
And he's the man who escorts women arm in arm to church
And he's the man who confesses women
And he's the man who grazes women
The bastard who steals our goats
And he's the man who steals our girlfriends
And he's the man who steals our girlfriends

He's the gorilla that emerges from the shadows and claims the virgins
He's the monster that takes the young ones on stormy nights
The creature that women pretend for everything except to carry in their womb
And he's the man who laughs at us
The vermin that hides in caves
And he's the beast that intoxicates women
And he's the man who steals our girlfriends
And he's the man who steals our girlfriends

And he's the man, the great man, the thousand men who obsess women
Or maybe he's the man that men think obsesses women
The obsession that torments any relationship between a man and women
And he's the man that men don't see
And he's the man that only women know
The ghost that haunts women
The chain that men carry
It's the sorrow between men and women
And he's the man who steals our girlfriends
And he's the man who steals our girlfriends.