Calm.. sweet.. humble.. meek...
funny.. playful.. soft.. neat...
Coy.. lovable.. adorable.. fair...
faithful.. truthful.. kind.. rare...
Why can't girls be like this?
Instead, there troubles kiss.
They freak out if you look at them wrong,
their patience running thinner than a thong.
Forget the 'sweet' their made with spice,
they turn the tables and call it 'nice.'
They know their smarter and tell us so,
we know nothing they don't already know.
If they seam shy... run for your life,
Its the quite ones that are more danger than a knife.
We (boys) laugh and cuss,
when we realize the joke was on us.
They play us like making love to a guitar,
yet in love they choose how far.
To fall asleep in a girls lap,
and wake up on the floor with her pet cat.
Their so interesting, and neat,
then again... we thought they were sweet.
Coy as a fish with gills and fins,
hands down the girl always wins.
Love we want but we're not always true,
if they find out they'll give nothing to you.
They give pouting lips and pleading eyes,
thinking we can't resist because we're guys.
Fair in beauty and in games,
we wish, girls games just cause pain.
We cheat, but so do they,
on their backs for others they lay.
We ask, they may or may not tell,
sometimes girls put us through hell.
Blunt words sharp tongues,
nothing nice from there among.
A dime a dozen, put there faces on coins,
to team 'guy' they will not join.
Us or them, an up-hill-fight,
and of the two teams they have more might.
Cold, hard, sharp, lean,
evil, cunning, frightening, mean.
Terrifying, harsh, loco, mad,
lairs, cheaters, braking-bad.
Then again, its a two-way street,
and in the bed we make we must sleep.
G!rls
