Strange Thing Mistifying

It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying
That a man like you can waste him time
On women of her kind
Yes I can understand that she amuses
But to let her stroke you,
Stroke your hair,
That`s hardly in your line
It’s not that I object to her profession
But she doesn’t fit in well
With what you teach and say
It doesn’t help us if you’re nconsistent
They only need a small excuse
To put us all away
Who are you to criticise her?
Who are you to despise her?
Leave her, leave her, let her be now
Leave her, leave her, she’s with me now
If your state is clean — then you can throw stones
If your state is not — then leave her alone
I’m amazed, that man like you can be so
Shallow, thick and slow
There is not a man among you who
Knows or cares if I come or go
No, you’re wrong! You’re very wrong!
How can you say that?
Not one — not one of you!