God, Why I Handsome?

God.....
Why was I born handsome.
Until my good looks, I make tools.
Attractive women and human sympathy.

Because of my good looks,
I can not come to you.
Because many women who first approached me.
Trying and dream me so their lovers.

Because of my good looks too,
A lot of role play and the game advantage
Asked me to be his deputy.
Until I became famous.

Because good looks anyway
Finally, make me a lot slave.
They swarm, kissing, hugging and touch me.
Is not this my obstacle to come near to God.

I wish I could choose
I want into paddy
I want into water
Because so heavy ordeal