Across the room, I see a group of lovely vixens
I made an approach to walk over and meet them
But couldn't walk, talk, or chew gum at the same time
All my targets did was look and start laughing
Gotta decrease the pressure - Off of myself
Gotta climb back on the horse - To move forward
Gotta stop seeing my sights - As something higher
Gotta treat the best looking - Like everyone else
Through my peripheral vision, I made a plan
To stop looking at women like I want them so bad
When I see them as nothing special, I feel relief
When I stop making it look like a massive feat, it works out so well