What Men are Most Afraid Of
There are four little words from which men cower
They steal our strength and they sap our power
men run for cover, they shrivel and shrink
Their eyes turn glassy and they can not think
They panic, they shudder, they surrender in gloom
They squirm and they fidget, they run from the room
Defeated and cornered, they shiver in fear
From four little words that want their ear
There's no where to hide, they haven't a chance
the fear is enough to wet their pants
Their nerve turns to jello and their brains go in shock
when she utters those words, "We need to talk".
