Failed and fooled, armed and crueled Raised day one to pretend Angels are, suckers for Scoundrels and dirty men Torn corsets and poor sex All you have to defend She'll make a man out of you yet I long to be free from a world of fateful charity Build yourself up strip me down Wear your manhood like a crown Bait hook line, for a good time No time for subtle tease Now play toy, for homeboy And his insecurities Willingly, nullify Be what she's paid to be She'll be you're everything and less If you could buy anything Would you buy my soul For the man who has everything The ultimate control If you didn't have anything Would you do as you're told Since you can't have every thing I guess you'll never buy my soul