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Moods of a Woman
An angel of truth and a dream of fiction. She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse, But will tackle her boyfriend alone in the house. She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse. She'll break open his head and then be his nurse. But when he's well and can get out of bed, She'll pick up the teapot and aim for his head ... Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind, crafty and cruel; yet simple and kind She'll call him a king, then make him a clown. Raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down. She'll inspire him to deeds that ennoble man, Or make him her lackey to carry her fan. She'll run away from him and never come back. But if he runs away, then she'll be on his tracks. ... 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. |
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