I'm Finding It Harder To Be a Gentleman

Well, I'm finding it harder to be a gentleman every day

All the manners that I've been taught have slowly died away

But if I held the door open for you, it would make your day

Yeah

You think that I care about me and only me

When every single girl needs help climbing up a tree

I know it don't take much to satisfy me

Maybe it's whatever's in my head

That's distracting me

But if I could find emotion to stimulate devotion

Well, then you'd see

Well, I'm finding it hard to say that I need you 20 times a day

I feel comfortable, so baby, why don't you feel the same?

Have a doctor come and visit us

And tell us which one is sane

I never said I wouldn't throw my jacket in the mud for you

But my father gave it to me, so maybe I should carry you

Then you said, "You almost dropped me," so then I did

And I got mud on my shoes