A New Woman

Spraying petrol (fictious, but it was to make a point)

you can't live without her, well causing her so much stress.
Girls hated her and the only friends she has is the lads.
What can she do when you over react if she even waved to a guy who was ten miles away?
You turn into this crazy psychotic idiot guy.
Spraying petrol all around the room.
Then a fire starts from a match and a dozen blown up lighters.
you have to end up paying for all the damage and she walks away.
So don't blame me.
You should have watched what you were doing baby.
You're lucky to be alive and so is your girl, now you can try and get out of this crisis, by speaking nicely to her and not to over react with envy in your head.


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Spraying petrol (fictious, but it was to make a point)

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