Hey Man, Why You Questioning Me

Hey man, why you questioning me

cause I've loved a woman since eternity.

You pout cause my woman loves me back

thru life's hell and any sort of lack.

 

Just as if we squeezed thru a hole

slipped away from the crowd like a mole.

Ignored all those studies bout how to live

count on each other in sharing what we give.

 

Hey man, you gotta let her know

no matter what, she's the star of the show.

Never bring home the crap from work

and act like frustrated yelling jerk.

 

Make sure you keep passions alive

none of that later or headache jive.

Be creative in how you let her know

she is special to you where ever you go.

 

Never ever put her down in front of another

or publically let anyone see you frown.

Always make her feel like a queen

if she's wearing a gown or cut off jeans.

 

Make sure to keep in mind she

has wants and needs many won't see.

You must always show appreciation 

for who she is and all that satiation.

 

Hey man, why you complain to me

cause your woman don't respond friskly.

Maybe you take her forgranted and ignore

too much of what she adores.

 

Always make sure to show her respect

or for sure your relationship is wrecked.

You must forever take time to hear

not let her words blow by your ear.

 

And don't you dare forget to date her

treat her like the other woman in fur.

Send her candy with little notes

then you'll find stuff she wrote.   

 

Make her smile at you and she'll beam

continuously as if to split a seam.

In return you'll have a real lover up close

a friend and more romance than most.

 

So, what the hell you questioning me for

I ain't gonna act like you are, man.

I'm going home to my Sweet Thang

totting these flowers in my hand.

 

Del Cano 2006 September