Once again I've got a target lined up in my sights,
As indeed has been the case on countless other nights.
From the amount of people who've a chance to catch my eye,
You'd think that I'd been pitching it into the sky.
But there's some apprehension here keeping me on my seat,
'Cause I don't understand this urge to compete
For a free female's attention and affection
And I know it's not the time or place to sit in introspection,
But my eyes tell my mouth that it should say “Hi”
And I agree with the plan without ever asking why.
My mind's a mad conductor. “All aboard!
Leaving Solitude Station to alight next to that broad!”
That's what I'm expected to do,
But it seems a lot more foggy when I've thought it through.
So now I wanna call it out, yeah I want to denounce
The instinct that's got me ready to pounce.

Am I doomed to live a perpetual hunt?
Am I just automated? Looking for a soulmate like the program dictates.
Excuse me if this gets me feeling less than nonchalant,
But what do I want?

Now try not to be surprised. I've got the prize.
I've achieved some sense of gratification.
So I'll play to my strengths and I will go to lengths
To assure I get a repeat subscription.
But why must I obsess over making slow progress?
I'm not trying to get an award.
The question comes back though still answers I lack.
What end am I striving towards?

Am I doomed to live a perpetual hunt?
Am I just an animal? Forgetting all that's rational, after satisfaction tangible.
Excuse me if this gets me feeling less than nonchalant,
But what do I want?

You might think that you can claim that I should place the blame
On a certain wild instinct that I haven't learned to tame.
My desire should be the same as the others in the game
And you might think that it's a shame but getting laid is not my aim.
If you're not a friend of mine, you won't have heard my logic.
The point is that my motivation isn't biologic.
No I haven't undergone chemical castration
But trust me when I say my motive isn't procreation.
Evolution's volition hasn't sent me on this mission
So why do I cast my reel in this strange kinda fishing?
I'm always on the lookout for girls with whom I'm alike,
Sometimes dropping the threshold lower than I'd like.
I'm a kleptomaniac when it comes to stealing glances
Trying to get noticed like so many peacock dances.
Romances have come and gone, still the pursuits go on and on.
Why would I want anyone?

Maybe I'm about the journey not the endzone.
(Maybe I only do it for the dopamine.)
Maybe it's for company or physical intimacy or knowing someone's into me.
(Maybe I'm conditioned to crave confirmation)
I wish my neurons understood that it's fine to be alone.
(Maybe I'm addicted to this self-affirmation.)