You lose the Gucci loafers
You stop trying to hit on waitresses when we're out to dinner
You stop meddling in my friendships
You stop looking in the mirror every 5 minutes
You break up with all 7 girls you have in different Countries
You stop trying to buy my affection
You stop overdosing on Viagra trying to keep up with all the women your juggling
You stop climbing in my bedroom window late at night when I turn you down
You stop asking me out everyday
You grow up
You lose the mustache, its so not you
You start spending time with your kids
You stop trying to control me
You stop emailing my friends to find out information about me
