Men can't dance
But can tread on toes,
Wander pub to pub, whisper wise owl tones
About the latest football signing
And how the kids and a woman's whining
Brought them here to drink.

Men love their kids
But tend to boast
Name their first born son by the same first name
And urge the lad to lay the ghost
of their own poor luck when they came this close

to some meaningful achievement.

Men go to war
Because they do
Men choose to fight
Because they do
Men drink too much
Because they do.

When I can't come home to someone like you,
I think that's what I have to do.

Except the war and fighting.