Yes I am male and I am fragile.
If I want i slit mountains and I arrive on foot in Kazakhstan.
Yet behind my zest hero there is a needy heart.
Needy of you and of your love which the more I give you, the more it heightens.
Hence call me a man, call me a male and remember that they portray us badly on TV.
We are not all assholes, We make mistakes, yes, but trust me, we know how to love.