You got a lotta bravado
You coppin' massive machismo, you know
You wanna mano a mano, baby
I ain't no violent type though, you know me
Don't got no villain vaquero
Don't got no Marlyboro to smoke
I'm just a flower child lately
Sippin' the milk brought out by the poppyseed

Help me help you understand
I'm not a real man
I am the mistress of a gun
I get it in bed before it kills someone, yuh-huh-uh

But if you fuck with my family (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
You'll see the lover inside me leave me
I've got a bull, ballistic baby
He get a little sadistic, a little crazy

Help me help you to understand
He's not a real man
He's a dеlinquent in the street
Out running his mouth off, unable to spеak of a simple feelin'

(We live in a jungle, a bloody jungle)
Mano a mano jungle, baby
You're not a violent type, well, to you godspeed

Somebody help me to understand
Just what is a real man?
Is it an infant with a stick
Out pickin' a fight with the quieter kids?
I have come to understand
Just what is a real man
He is the mama of a war
He's singin' to sleep before it can deploy
He's pinchin' the cheek of a little destroyer
He's rockin' grenaders in a cradle
A sedater

Yeah-ah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)