Women don't play by the same rules as men, because hey, they didn't make those rules, so why follow them? Oh, when rules are to their advantage they will strictly obey, but when they aren't, they usually won't, unless maybe someone is watching.
Sense, reasons...? Ask most husbands and they will tell you, and it's a story that's long been told.
The rules are win and lose. And the cost is whatever it takes.
Impartiality to women is an unknown, a mystery - something to do with men. Vengeance, women understand. Cross them and you will meet it. Their vengeance comes with stealth and perhaps from dark shadows it leaps, a nameless assassin unknown.
And the man will ask, why? I'm not a bad man - sure I make mistakes but don't we all? Whom did I offend? Oh why?
Oh why, oh why, oh why - because he broke her rules, and what were those? If only she knew, and if only the morning mist knew from whence it came and mysterious went, but it was beautiful when it was there. Or was it?
And then there's Janice, and her like, who know, and for the knowing they are sometimes ashamed. In guilt, maybe, and Janice extends her sympathetic heart, but if men were men would this have ever happened?
Women don't play by the same rules as men, because hey, they didn't make those rules, so why follow them? Oh, when rules are to their advantage they will strictly obey, but when they aren't, they usually won't, unless maybe someone is watching.
Sense, reasons...? Ask most husbands and they will tell you, and it's a story that's long been told.
The rules are win and lose. And the cost is whatever it takes.
Impartiality to women is an unknown, a mystery - something to do with men. Vengeance, women understand. Cross them and you will meet it. Their vengeance comes with stealth and perhaps from dark shadows it leaps, a nameless assassin unknown.
And the man will ask, why? I'm not a bad man - sure I make mistakes but don't we all? Whom did I offend? Oh why?
Oh why, oh why, oh why - because he broke her rules, and what were those? If only she knew, and if only the morning mist knew from whence it came and mysterious went, but it was beautiful when it was there. Or was it?
And then there's Janice, and her like, who know, and for the knowing they are sometimes ashamed. In guilt, maybe, and Janice extends her sympathetic heart, but if men were men would this have ever happened?