Little Bobby was going to bed one night and when he passed by his mother's room he noticed that she was on the bed and kept saying. I want a man, I want a man, I want a man. (Her hands moving from neck to waist then back up- over and over) Easier told in person but hopefully you get the picture. Bobby's a little confused about his mother saying this and all the hand motions but he goes to bed. The next evening while he passes by his mother's room he notices that she's doing and saying the same thing. I want a man, I want a man, I want a man. Even more confused this time but he goes to his bedroom and goes to sleep. A night or two later he again passes by his mother's room and sure enough there's a man in the bedroom with his mother. Immediately, Bobby runs to his room and with the same hand and arm movements as his mother says: I want a bicycle, I want a bicycle, I want a bicycle!