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'' When They're Wrong We Still Get The Blame ''
I went to see Mary in Arran,
She found out I'd been seeing Sharon,,
I feel such a fool I'm losing my cool,
My love life is now very barren.
When I went to see Josie in Kent,
I could not figure out what she meant,
She told me to go as to why I don't know,
Perhaps my ideals are bent.
The day I met my lovely Ann,
I immediately thought yes I'm a fan,
When I tried it on she said, I am gone,
She said you're like Desperate Dan.
Then one day I met Shirley,
She was feminine and girly,
When she started to talk I ran didn't walk,
She made my brain go all curly.
I remember the day I met Sady,
I thought what a nice lovely lady,
First impressions are bad they can drive you mad,
It turned out she was really shady.
Twas then I bumped into Sue,
I thought this just can't be true,
She said to me pleasure is her national treasure,
I just didn't know what to do.
On the very day that I married,
My new wife made feel tired and harried,
When we went to bed she asked was I dead,
Till this day it's a burden I've carried.
The female I just don't understand,
Their mood swings can get out of hand,
The sore back disappears which confirms your worst fears,
Your beloved wants love on demand.
This creature regardless of name,
They treat us poor men as a game,
An extraordinary human is the one we call woman,
' When They're Wrong We Still Get The Blame '
She found out I'd been seeing Sharon,,
I feel such a fool I'm losing my cool,
My love life is now very barren.
When I went to see Josie in Kent,
I could not figure out what she meant,
She told me to go as to why I don't know,
Perhaps my ideals are bent.
The day I met my lovely Ann,
I immediately thought yes I'm a fan,
When I tried it on she said, I am gone,
She said you're like Desperate Dan.
Then one day I met Shirley,
She was feminine and girly,
When she started to talk I ran didn't walk,
She made my brain go all curly.
I remember the day I met Sady,
I thought what a nice lovely lady,
First impressions are bad they can drive you mad,
It turned out she was really shady.
Twas then I bumped into Sue,
I thought this just can't be true,
She said to me pleasure is her national treasure,
I just didn't know what to do.
On the very day that I married,
My new wife made feel tired and harried,
When we went to bed she asked was I dead,
Till this day it's a burden I've carried.
The female I just don't understand,
Their mood swings can get out of hand,
The sore back disappears which confirms your worst fears,
Your beloved wants love on demand.
This creature regardless of name,
They treat us poor men as a game,
An extraordinary human is the one we call woman,
' When They're Wrong We Still Get The Blame '
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`` When They`re Wrong We Still Get The Blame ``
`` When They`re Wrong We Still Get The Blame ``