Even my fortune teller couldn't tell you more about a woman than me Don't care how the woman clever, I sure clever than she. I could size up a woman, in here or on the street. Although we have never met, I could tell you whether she's sour or sweet. I could tell you if she easy or she hard. That is why they call me mad man mad. For if her eyes start becoming sleepy and sexy, when me watching vex, my advice to you, don't get vexed. But if she smile with dimples on her cheek, and she laugh and she have open teeth, don't let she get away. That is a bag of sugar down there. To be with her, some men think that is heaven. To capture her, they think it's a must. But to me, it really doesn't matter. If she have chest like two flat eggs, I'll give her any money, long as she have two duck foot and two bandy leg. That is why they call me mad man mad. My name is mad man mad. Anymore questions? Do you agree? I am the king? And I shall reign? Over who? Over all these women. Because I am smarter than them.