Drop Dead

A charmed circle on the dance floor, A spell-binding display... It's rather more than he bargained for, Snow White or Morgan le Fay. "Drop dead", she said. Hey, big man, let testosterone flow, Flex the muscles like a monkey. The male plumage is all puffed up in show But the girls know how to debunk it. "Drop dead", she said. In a sense some men are always caught in adolescence, Trying to crack the mystery girl cocoon. It doesn't take a wicked witch To point out obsolescence is a state They might wake up to pretty soon. Is it any wonder when they hone that perfect put-down To deflate the macho tough guy male buffoon? "Drop dead", she said.