Gods' Gift

Hey, girls, look who's here

Gods' gift just reappeared

He swaggers through the door

Weird hybrid, strangely strange

Half buff and half a joke

He never seems to change

You laugh, and then get bored

He's so self-assured

But something undermines

His too familiar air

For all the charm and guile

His soul is never there

He don't have no time for me

He don't want my sympathy

So I just stand and watch

His fruitless, doomed campaign

With some degree of mirth

And some degree of pain