Better Man

                                  He said: "take off your clothes for me

I've got a dirty fantasy

Your body's generosity

Could really be of use to me,"

Naturally I said: "certainly,"



He said: "I've got some time

If you don't mind

To close your eyes

And be robbed blind

I'm in a bind, you'd be so kind,"

His words were sweet and silver-lined

I said "fine,"

Well, how can I decline?



And he's told me I'm efficient

Conveniently complacent

He told me that I got the job done

He said I best do all that I can

To make him a better man

And make him a better man

When he's gone

Better when he's gone



I don't know what he takes me for

But he's had me

And he'll take me more

He says that's what sweet flesh is for

Oh, what's left

But this apple-core?



And he's told me I'm efficient

Conveniently complacent

He told me that I got the job done

He said I best do all that I can

To make him a better man

And make him a better man

When he's gone

Better when he's gone