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Sep 2013
Girls are so stupid,
belief in make-believe and cupid.
they all read the same teen zeens
and flatter talk ‘bout the same celebrities.

Seep through the ignorants for the wise.
falling always for the same players with clever guise.
Then there’s the dumb boys who are treated like flies.
The smart ones ignore girls and put on ties.

Can this get any better?
smootch-stick, cheap-trick,
fun-run, one night stan’,
can’t we make this better?

The girls try on boys like they’re shopping for clothes,
the ladies spend their time being played and strung along.
The boys spend the nights sleeping with new heart-throbs,
While the gentleman finds his wife sleeping aroun’.

Boys are so stupid,
time-spent on getting girls in their bed.
they kiss and tell,
and make-believe all is well.

Seep through the wise for the ignorants.
falling always for the same woman with clever tempts.
then there’s the dumb girls who are treated like *****.
The smart ones ignore the boys and go for the rent.

Can this get any better?
smootch-stick, cheap-trick,
fun-run, one night stan’,
can’t we make this better?

The girls try on boys like they’re shopping for clothes,
the ladies spend their time being played and strung along.
The boys spend the nights sleeping with new heart-throbs,
While the gentleman finds his wife sleeping aroun’.


I am so not stupid,
I can see that I need only bread.
I speak of positive things,
with negative songs I sing.

seep through the patient and find worthy suiteress.
don’t care for the melodrama nor the stress,
sometimes dumb and other times in my unrest.
The smart one is thrown away because he’s a pest.

Can this get any better?
smootch-stick, cheap-trick,
fun-run, one night stan’,
can’t we make this any better?

The girls try on boys like they’re shopping for clothes,
the ladies spend the most time being played and strung along.
The boys spend the nights sleeping with new heart-throbs,
While the gentleman finds his wife sleeping aroun’.

And I keep going forward,
toward,
without a care nor word.
I apologize for any ill-will; this one I wrote on a very bad day.
Written by
mj cusson  London ON
(London ON)   
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