I'm Finding It Harder To Be a Gentleman

Well, I′m finding it harder to be a gentleman every day
All the manners that I’ve been taught have slowly died away
But if I held the door open for you, it would make your day
Yeah
You think that I care about me and only me
When every single girl needs help climbing up a tree
I know it don′t take much to satisfy me
Maybe it’s whatever’s in my head
That′s distracting me
But if I could find emotion to stimulate devotion
Well, then you′d see
Well, I’m finding it hard to say that I need you 20 times a day
I feel comfortable, so baby, why don′t you feel the same?
Have a doctor come and visit us
And tell us which one is sane
I never said I wouldn’t throw my jacket in the mud for you
But my father gave it to me, so maybe I should carry you
Then you said, “You almost dropped me,” so then I did
And I got mud on my shoes