I'm A Man

Hey office lady. I see you there with your rolodex

You know what I'm going to do for you?

I'm going to change out this water jug one-handed

But first Imma spill a few drops into your lap

And dab them up with this powerful organ in my mouth

And by that I mean my tongue

Because I'm a man

And I can tell by my reflection in this duck painting that I look good

You know what a man does?

Lays his finger to the side of his nose to catch the grease

Then dips that finger into his beer head and that head goes down

Yeah I mentioned going down

You heard of it?

I just want to take that packet of pens and spill it on your naked back

African rain I call that

Where's your boss?

Don't answer that because he's right here

I'm pointing at me. I'm your boss

Get me a coffee and dip your undies in it because I like my coffee with a nip of cream

I'm a man, Miss Office Lady

Who's in that picture frame?

I like kids but I don't like boyfriends

And I don't like husbands

You ever been to a zoo and seen the apes?

You ever seen the apes and thought

Those hairy abominations

That hairy one in the corner touching himself with his leatherfingers, that's a man?

When you think of that you think of me

You take dictations? You get it?

You ever been stapled?

Never mind. We'll get to that

You cold?

Put on that cardigan you got hanging over your chair

Do it slow

Pick up that phone and dial S-E-X-F-U-N and guess what

My belt's gonna vibrate and Imma put you on speaker so you can hear yourself begging

Imma pick up the phone saying

What am I and you know how you'll answer?

A man

Go ahead and cry if you need to because I love being flattered

Yeah lick that envelope

Get that corner real good

Let's refill your stapler. Go on

Get out them post-its and write yourself a reminder to thank God for man

You got too much shit on your desk

You like foreplay? Because I don't

I like to cut to the chase

Call a spade a spade

I'm a straight shooter

I'm a man among men

I'll take the milk and the cow

That's you, you're the cow

I'm easy breezy

Gonna measure your entry spot with that ruler you got from the work picnic last summer

I already know you're a size Q pantyhose

Q for Quit talkin' chubby

I hope you know how to cook because Mother don't wake up until noon

And by that time I'll be here with you

Refilling your water cooler and watching you suck on that hard candy like you never heard of a innuendo

So get ready because come 5 I'll be in the van outside waitin

Rubbin at myself like that ape in his cage

Thinkin about you and your nasty, nasty, nasty desk

And so help me don't you forget the paper clips