Failed and fooled, armed and crueled
Raised day one to pretend
Angels are, suckers for
Scoundrels and dirty men
Torn corsets and poor sex
All you have to defend
She'll make a man out of you yet

I long to be free from a world of fateful charity
Build yourself up strip me down
Wear your manhood like a crown

Bait hook line, for a good time
No time for subtle tease
Now play toy, for homeboy
And his insecurities
Willingly, nullify
Be what she's paid to be
She'll be you're everything and less

If you could buy anything
Would you buy my soul
For the man who has everything
The ultimate control
If you didn't have anything
Would you do as you're told
Since you can't have every thing
I guess you'll never buy my soul