The Stud lyrics

He's too young to die Too old to cry If he talks of love People might laugh He's too tough for love Too butch to cry He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud One and only friend His motorbike Speedin' on the road Wind in his eyes Beatin' up the old Too shy to fight He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud He's too proud to jerk Too pretty to work Standin' in a street Trousers too tight He's sellin' himself To make a few bucks He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud Sure, he lies, he cheats Whenever we meet He has no finesse Just a pretty face He's so good I can't send him away He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud A stud, a stud A 50 dollar-leather-trousered-stud!