Even though, deep in your mind,
Your fearful of what you might find,
A woman's instinct sound and true,
Can even shout and scream at you,
Yet heart rules head, we know the score,
The clues are there, yet we still ignore,
Holding onto our loves young dream,
Rumours rife, yet still won't believe,
Evidence waved, right under our snouts,
But still we just can't kick him out,
Cut him some slack, a bit more rope,
He'll hang himself, the useless dope.