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'' They're Superior To Us ''
Though females some perceive,
As being quite dense,
Can we honestly believe,
This makes any sense.
They're far more productive,
Than us mere males,
Can be very constructive,
Which does tip the scales.
To the superior being?
They are but our slaves,
We men who're all seeing,
Do love to create waves.
While they're multi-tasking,
We're having a beer,
The truth we're unmasking,
As it become crystal clear.
Arrogant and slick,
We do love to portray,
They know we are thick,
We're a game Women play.
That brilliant notion,
You claim as yours,
That's Women in motion,
Their deceit reassures.
Toy with a Woman,
You think you will win,
This extraordinary Human,
Is reeling you in.
Their beauty and style,
Are forms of attack,
Their intelligence and guile,
Soon have you on the rack.
Over us they tower,
As we melt like butter,
They hold the power,
As those eyelashes flutter.
On the exterior,
They're far more attractive,
Within that interior,
They are far more reactive.
So here the conclusion,
Do not make a fuss,
No it's not an illusion,
‘' They're Superior To Us ‘'
As being quite dense,
Can we honestly believe,
This makes any sense.
They're far more productive,
Than us mere males,
Can be very constructive,
Which does tip the scales.
To the superior being?
They are but our slaves,
We men who're all seeing,
Do love to create waves.
While they're multi-tasking,
We're having a beer,
The truth we're unmasking,
As it become crystal clear.
Arrogant and slick,
We do love to portray,
They know we are thick,
We're a game Women play.
That brilliant notion,
You claim as yours,
That's Women in motion,
Their deceit reassures.
Toy with a Woman,
You think you will win,
This extraordinary Human,
Is reeling you in.
Their beauty and style,
Are forms of attack,
Their intelligence and guile,
Soon have you on the rack.
Over us they tower,
As we melt like butter,
They hold the power,
As those eyelashes flutter.
On the exterior,
They're far more attractive,
Within that interior,
They are far more reactive.
So here the conclusion,
Do not make a fuss,
No it's not an illusion,
‘' They're Superior To Us ‘'
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`` They`re Superior To Us ``
`` They`re Superior To Us ``
