If I could do it but again,
I’d have my children but no men.
For they grow jealous and then lie;
They’ll break your heart and make your cry
For men are children at their best,
They take your soul and leave the rest.
They’ll have you waitin in the yard.
They’ll break your smile and leave you hard.
Just when you think you’ve seen it all,
He’ll come walkin in so straight and tall.
You swear it will not happen again;
But then, Ahhhhh, we almost all need men.
The Celtic Corsairs
3 years ago