11/ confused by women

I’m a little lost, nowhere to go,
this place is just a bit past where we know.
She’s coming up, low-cut top.
I’ll look at anything I haven’t got.
I’m vaguely worried most of the time,
I was confused by women,
confused on my own.
Yet it’s been said, I’m the one to open doors,
make a deal, dress for a meal,
sometimes with the boys,
always with the girls.

I was with one of her friends,
can’t remember who.
“Am I doing it right?” she’d say.
“Like the last one, just ok.”