A woman is fickle with her emotions - yesterday's undying proclamation of love, if not reciprocated, can turn today into tuning out when you drone on...
It's just a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do depends on you
That women do not hate each other as much as you think they do
That women bond better with each other than men
That a woman may love you with all her heart, but if you lie to her - well well... "the female of the species is more deadlier than the male..." unless, she choose to ignore or forgive you
That they love the trill of the chase
That they chase
That they can be "frequently kind and suddenly cruel" and they will "carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding"
That they learn to leave behind feelings like flower petals falling, converting each frown and drooped mouth into a wrinkle of wisdom and power
That they conjure up curses in the tears you make them shed and send them off to haunt you till the end of the earth
And then say....
You bored me with your stories
I cant belive that I endured you for as long as I did
Im happy its over, Im only sorry
That I didnt make the move before you
And when you go I will remember
To send a thankyou note to that girl oh that girl
I never really loved you anyway
No I didnt love you anyway
Valentino, I dont think so
You watching mtv while I lie dreaming in an empty bed
And come to think of it I was misled
My flat, my food, my everything
And thoughts inside my head
When men act like bitches, women act like witches. They call in their coven, and the curse follows the man across time and space; like a recurring bad dream which would frighten them into insomnia.
Two-faced daddy dont hand me no doublecross
Youll see any time Im ready
I can tell you baby get lost
Duffer men... they never know...
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
For a girl
Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting
Hurt that's not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you're trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less
Kiddo, we will have our vengeance. Bill will be killed.
- This post is for the woman I love the most in the whole wide world. A wuss fooled her for a while, but she is nobody's fool. Amen to her!
- The colors are my subconcious drooling over the news that Tarentino is planning a movie - love the flicks, love the man. Bring 'em on!