Some things never change
Like that dirty old man
It's like hormones want a bite
And aging never began.

They all have the same agenda
Get next to a gentle young thing
Money is not a dilema
Neither is whether it's clean.

The smell appears to be stronger
The desire have begun to grow
Whether he can withstand the heat
Time, always say no.

Still that don't stop the asking
Or pleading if he's hot
If to you, the money looks right
A gentle young thing he's got.

As said, some things never change
Like that dirty old man
If his words aren't filty enough
Just consider his hands.