Where there is hope , You always cope
Life`s both sad and glad
Pregnant ladies shine so bright
There is a beauty in their plight .
No booze no fags no fish and chips
Keep those demons off the hips
Men don`t know how women tick
A lot of men make women sick.
Forecourt flowers are all the rage
See them on your face book page
All romantic don`t you think
Dead before you even blink
Battered wives are all around
They do their best They`re really sound
Just hit back and note the change
Stop your man from acting strange.
Having babies all that pain
Joys of birth all heaven came
This wondrous child has said hello
Your selfish ways they have to go.
Florists not forecourts when you shop
You now have more than most have got
If you have a love that`s right
Never let it out your sight.
What to do to make a mess
Think about yourself i guess
Put her first with love untold
It makes her feel like solid gold
Women nag and never stop
Things go west and often drop
In fairness though they always care
Show the men folk how to share.
One last thing to understand
Women like to lend a hand
Show her love, Her heart will glow
Give her crap and she will go.
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