When I was young a womans job was to , snare a man, there was nothing more important, you've got to understand, a mans career was everything , he was going to be provider, prospects bright not faltering would be her main decider.

How was it for you

The first girl that I ever loved , didn't see me in this sense, artistic head up in the clouds would never pay the rent, she ditched me for an engineer, his brain was in short ration, but solid job and steady cash made up for lack of passion.

A set of wheels, a sterio, security and certainty, was all she ever wanted for her coveted virginity, in modern times there is no value in that rare commodity, in modern times there's only value in some vague celebrity.

So now I'm old a womans job is to be a man, there's nothing more important , you've got to understand, her career is everything , she has to be provider, prospects bright not faltering , and no man up inside her.