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'' Women Have Us Under Their Spell ''
Every day I think, what a life,
Why did I make that bitch my wife,
Another day of further strife,
Things are not going well.
No more listening to her dross,
She really has made me cross,
Today she'll learn I'm the boss,
I'm emerging from my shell.
Everything I do she hates,
She claims I leave dirt on the plates,
When I send her to the pearly gates,
They'll dispatch her straight to Hell.
She hates the way I slurp my wine,
Saying my body is in decline,
Her face I'd love to realign,
Will I, who can tell.
You drink too much and you smoke,
My inner hatred she does stoke,
Oh her throat I'd love to choke,
How I'd love to say farewell.
All I feel is deep depression,
She fills me up with raw aggression,
I'm looked on as her sole possession,
My anger I must quell.
Here she is coming in the door,
I'm going to knock her to the floor,
Her attitude I do deplore,
This hatred I will now dispel.
This is it the time has come,
I'll show the deadbeat who is dumb,
No more living under her thumb,
In courage I do excel.
As the wife shouts out, you come here,
I reply, certainly my dear,
I wouldn't say I'm living in fear,
But from my rear there's a nasty smell.
Don't dare laugh you're the same as me,
We just don't want the world to see,
If truth be told we'll never be free,
' Women Have Us Under Their Spell '
Why did I make that bitch my wife,
Another day of further strife,
Things are not going well.
No more listening to her dross,
She really has made me cross,
Today she'll learn I'm the boss,
I'm emerging from my shell.
Everything I do she hates,
She claims I leave dirt on the plates,
When I send her to the pearly gates,
They'll dispatch her straight to Hell.
She hates the way I slurp my wine,
Saying my body is in decline,
Her face I'd love to realign,
Will I, who can tell.
You drink too much and you smoke,
My inner hatred she does stoke,
Oh her throat I'd love to choke,
How I'd love to say farewell.
All I feel is deep depression,
She fills me up with raw aggression,
I'm looked on as her sole possession,
My anger I must quell.
Here she is coming in the door,
I'm going to knock her to the floor,
Her attitude I do deplore,
This hatred I will now dispel.
This is it the time has come,
I'll show the deadbeat who is dumb,
No more living under her thumb,
In courage I do excel.
As the wife shouts out, you come here,
I reply, certainly my dear,
I wouldn't say I'm living in fear,
But from my rear there's a nasty smell.
Don't dare laugh you're the same as me,
We just don't want the world to see,
If truth be told we'll never be free,
' Women Have Us Under Their Spell '
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`` Women Have Us Under Their Spell ``
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