Woman and the Infamous Head- Ache!
When men are stirred to love they find too many rules
They just are not created with communication tools
She looks in him in the eye and says, " The oven must be warmed,
you think just showing up is my reason to perform? "
He tries to understand but they just don't speak the same
She speaks in silly riddles, the man is not to blame
"You can't expect my heat to rise on nothing but a wish
a meal takes time if your to dine, I'm not a fast food dish "
Perhaps a glass of wine will simplify the chase
but "no!" in every language is written on her face
She says she's like a bank account, deposits are her fee
"the bank is closed, the vault is sealed and you don't have the key"
"You've got to prime the pump, before you take a drink
love doesn't spill upon command like water from the sink "
He stands bewildered, in a haze, what is that she wants?
If he can't understand her, how can he get response
He can't unravel her mystery, he can not fathom her need
The women speaks a language, that he's unable to read.
What can he do to understand this living rubic cube?
How can he get her ready, how does he change her mood?
The bottled wine remains uncorked and he's verbalized his plot
but all he's done is of no use, he can not warm the pot
"You must begin on Monday if you want to have your way
by Sunday I'll be ready if you've done the job each day."
"If I begin on Monday and I do my job each day
so long a wait before return seems insufficient pay
A deposit made on Monday should yield a like reward
I think you ask too much, how much can I afford?"
"What you will get on Monday earned in a single day
is nothing but the menu but you want the whole buffet"
So here is man on Monday and he's still a week away
She won't be home till Sunday and she won't come out to play
All he has is promise, a bunch of hoops and silly rules
In a week he won't remember where to put the family jewels
but, if by chance he gets there, if he doesn't make mistake
the clever women that she is, invents the infamous head ache!