“Confessions of A Confused Romantic”
by Malcolm-Jamal Warner
If I cried every time I felt like it, would I still be the
man you want?
If I admitted to being scared every time I was, would I
still be the man you want?
Is sensitivity what you really want or is that just a guess?
‘Cause, baby, I confess, I just don’t know
If I acquiesced to your every whim because my heart told me
to
Would that be man enough for you?
What would come to mind if you were to find that I’m so
strong only because my heart’s been broken so many times?
An open heart isn’t high enough stakes
You want the heart that’s hard to penetrate
Cold, callous so it’s not just a fallacy
That you want a man you can change, making it more difficult
for you and me
‘Cause my momma told me never to change for nobody
In other words, I’d better learn to hide my feminine side
Which is sensitive to the fact that I’m disappointing you
Because I can’t be the man you want me to be
So, as of late, we’re at this stalemate and my fate is
fucked
Every time I give up my point of view ‘cause to you
I’m not being a man
But, damn, you complain just the same when I do stick to my
game, making me believe
That loving me is in vain whether or not I change
Is sensitivity what you really want or is that just a guess”
‘Cause, baby, I confess, I just don’t know
Chorus:
“What you really want
What you claim you need
It’s in vain to me cuz you ain’t telling me nothing…”
So what is this lack of respect when you do keep me in
check?
Let’s not forget that I let you have your way…
Kinda the same way you say to your girlfriends you let me think
you gave in
Then what am I to do when my choices are to be the fool or
the stubborn mule?
When do we grow up and move on to a new dance?
Am I grown all of the sudden when I decide to stay true?
‘Cause that would take some growing up for you too…
Don’t ask me to share how I feel and then reel back because
you can’t accept the fact that
I no longer feel the need to protect my heart from you
Because in that case, my lady friend, you might really want
a rough neck or one of those
Macho men
Because I don’t have the balls to throw you up against the
wall
Or pimp slap you in the face every time you attempt to
disgrace & discredit my manhood
Although I COULD…
But I dread these images I get in the back of the head
Of my momma, my daddy, 16 aunts, 17 uncles, 125 women I
don’t know
& both of my grandmother’s coming back from the dead to
beat my ass for laying a hand on you
See, it’s cool in bed when I snatch you by the back of the
head
But, in Life, I was taught to respect my woman, no matter
what she may do
And if that’s not man enough for you, then neither one of us
has a clue
As how to fix this mess, which is why I stress…
Is sensitivity what you really want or is that just a guess?
‘Cause, baby, I confess, I’m so confused
And it sounds like you are too, so what do we do?
Well, you have to accept that I AM A MAN
Not what you think a man should be
‘Cause it just could be
That you’ve been watching a little too much TV
And buying into the hype of the macho male stereotype
‘Cause to me, being a man is taking care of self and those
who mean the world to me
I can’t make you happy if you’re not doing the same for me
Give and take, ain’t that what it’s all about?
Well, it takes a man and a woman both to figure that out
So understand that everything I do makes me a man
But I ask you, “Is that man enough for you…?”
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