By: Wayne Brown
Question not my love, a women will always say
Yet she’ll question yours with each coming day
It’s how we seem to become the respective“exes”
The oh so different worlds of the opposite sexes
You didn’t buy flowers for the time you raised your voice
Never mind, you drove me crazy, I had so little choice
What! You can’t be saying that it’s entirely my fault?
Now go out and show me the flowers that you bought
When a woman is through caring about a man
She takes her love and leaves him in the garbage can
There’s a thousand ways that he looks just like an ass
But the first ten years, she just kinda let that crap pass!
A man can come home; she’s got that look on her face
Get a little frisky; she says ‘we’re not in a good place’
Well what the hell! What could that possibly mean?
The bedroom the place we normally make the scene
She says you’ve changed; become a complete jackass
Well, maybe so, but since when does she get a pass?
Raised by your mama to act just like a stupid jerk
There to remind you on your return home from work
So what is it I can do that will change the way you feel?
Oh don’t bother; I’m pretty sure you’re a permanent heel
A man can’t get any help when he really wants to rate
But a woman, she can point it out both at early and at late
Why can’t you explain what it is that you’ve just done?
Gosh Darn, Babe! I was just out there havin’ a bit of fun!
Yeah! Just out there a whoopin’ it up in the bars
The women may be from Venus; us men we’re from Mars!
So a man can only pray when the walls come tumbling in
That she will feel better tomorrow and forget his little sin
She’ll give him a wink, a peck on the cheek; maybe a smile
And that dumb-ass will follow her for more than a little while
A man ain’t got a chance when he argues with the fairer sex
She’ll ignore your words and all your logic she will wreck
So take a little bit of advise, just keep your mouth tightly shut
Let her talk, say “yes darling” and sit there on your butt.
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