My non-defense is simple.
I enjoy a good time, and a woman who's not got fifteen pounds of baggage and four kids.
Call me a perv, call me what you will.
Just don't call me when high school lets out.
Because I may be a little preoccupied at the moment; road head beats road rage any day of the week.
"No, but she calls me daddy sometimes; does that count?"
Oh no I didn't. Just when you think I'm going soft my charming perverted self bounces back again.
Cheers, school's out.