you know why i complain, cause i need a real man
not a child or a boy
give me a hard rock, 
 not a soft little toy
you think women are hard, 
you think we're evil and mean
i think you don't need us
maybe you are on the wrong team
so i need a real man
and my standards are high
don't like what you heard
then you don't need to apply                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem