Dear momma's boy I know you've had your butt licked by your mother
  I know you've enjoyed all that attention from her
  And every woman graced with your presence after
  Dear narcissus boy I know you've never really apologized for anything
  I know you've never really taken responsibility
  I know you've never really listened to a woman
    Dear me-show boy I know you're not really into conflict resolution
  Or seeing both sides of every equation
  Or having an uninterrupted conversation
    And any talk of healthiness
  And any talk of connectedness
  And any talk of resolving this
  Leaves you running for the door
    (why why do I try to love you
  Try to love you when you really don't want me
  To)
    Dear egotist boy you've never really had to suffer any consequence
  You've never stayed with anyone longer than ten minutes
  You'd never understand anyone showing resistance
  Dear popular boy I know you're used to getting everything so easily
  A stranger to the concept of reciprocity
  People honor boys like you in this society
    And any talk of selflessness
  And any talk of working at this
  And any talk of being of service
  Leaves you running for the door
    (why why do I try to help you try to help you
  When you really don't want me to)
    You go back to the women who will dance the dance
  You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
  You go back to ignoring all the rest of us
  You go back to the center of your universe
    Dear self centered boy I don't know why I still feel affected by you
  I've never lasted very long with someone like you
  I never did although I have to admit I wanted to
  Dear magnetic boy you've never been with anyone who doesn't take your shit
  You've never been with anyone who's dared to call you on it
  I wonder how you'd be if someone were to call you on it
    And any talk of willingness
  And any talk of both feet in
  And any talk of commitment
  Leaves you running for the door
    (why why do I try to change you try to
  Try to change you when you really don't
  Want me to)
    You go back to the women who will dance the dance
  You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
  You go back to being so oblivious
  You go back to the center of the universe