Women are confusing
What they like, what they think
Who they want and why they want them
Why that changes with a drink
Does it matter that I want her
If I can't afford her time
She laughs when I attempt it
Yet for him it seems just fine

It’s better not to go there
To highlight her mistake
She looks me up and down, says no
But his watch is just as fake
Our heights are just as average
Our beards as hit or miss
Haircuts merely days apart
Could be a pity kiss

There’s no way she was wasted
She’s only had two drinks
Their laughs seem idiotic
God knows what he thinks
Maybe he misled her
Or he’s richer than I thought
Kindness won’t make them love you
These things have to be bought