I'm Finding It Harder To Be a Gentleman

Well, I'm finding it harder to be a gentleman every day All the manners that I've been taught have slowly died away But if I held the door open for you, it would make your day You think that I care about me and only me When every single girl needs help climbing up a tree Well, I know it don't take much to satisfy me Maybe it's whatever's in my head That's distracting me But if I could find emotion To stimulate devotion Well, then you'd see Well, I'm finding it hard to say that I need you twenty times a day I feel comfortable so, baby, why don't you feel the same? Have a doctor come and visit us and tell us which one is sane I never said I wouldn't throw my jacket in the mud for you But my father gave it to me, so maybe I should carry you Then you said, "You almost dropped me", so then I did And I got mud on my shoes