Gentle words had been my weapons   Careful openness, and fragile honesty   Had gradually begun to slowly win him over   And somehow had lured him here      Despite my obvious display of defect   My miserable frailty   Of which I never made a secret   I’ diarmed him with my sincerity   That never waned, despite the laughter   Of public insult, ridicule   Not even when confessing meant   Turning myself into a wretched fool      Some men are like chocolate,   But most of them are like shit   And if you don’t have the experience to spot that tiny difference   You’re likely to fall for all of it      In secret on those   Rare occasions   When no living soul was near   No eyes, no ears   No other people   Were around to see or hear   So there was no danger of some chance intruder   To doubt his manliness and strength   Then suddenly his words grew gentler,   And his gestures slightly changed      He did not seem to mind my presence at all   Came even closer of his own accord   Yet still he veiled   Each subtile revelation   In rough-cut gowns of what we call ’the accidental touch’      Some men can truly be like chocolate,   But most of them are more like shit   And if you don’t have the experience to spot that subtile difference   You’re likely to fall for all of it      Some men are like chocolate,   But most of them are like shit   And if you don’t have the experience to spot that subtile difference   You’re likely to fall for    The mere promise of a kiss