Fallacious men, fallacious men You can't ignore them like bacon on pan They are as healthy as your vitamins They are as regular as your routine
Fallacious men, fallacious men They are going on a trip of your dream With those intelligent ladies lying to them That they neither feminists, nor they are men
Fallacious men, fallacious men No moss on the bosom, no beard, no stache Your mother has smaller breasts than they have F-cups that so soft and like shit in your head