An angel of truth, and a dream of fiction, A woman is, a bundle of contradiction. She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse, But will tackle her boyfriend, alone in the house. Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose, She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose. She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk, She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk. At times she'll be vengeful, merry, and sad, She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad. |
