It’s Hard to Be a Gentleman

Baby, why don’t you tell me the truth?
What is the worst I could do;
Tell you that I understand
More than your man?

Darling, I don’t pretend to know why
You can’t even look me in my good eye
But I know that you
Could see right through

Naked shoulder blades and swollen glands
Sweaty fingers when we’re holding hands
And I will always do the best I can
But it’s hard to be a gentleman

So, baby
Whether it’s boozed at the bar
Or here in the front of your car
We are
I regret;
As close as we’ll get