How much more must we repeat this,
The giving out and giving in.
The constant battle that rages on -
The struggle between women and men.
It's been here from the beginning.
It'll be here 'til the end.
Both sides in this bitter fight,
'Til it is that one side wins.
Taught that they are different
Since childhood's early hour.
When the boy is given a ball
And the girl is donned with a flower.
But the flowers, they have thorns.
And the ***** all bounce away.
With neither, they're long satisfied
With the gifts that were gave.
Instead, they channel their desires
To finding each other, and finding love.
'Til Death Do We Part,
Or until we've had enough.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
How much more must we repeat this,
The giving out and giving in.
The constant battle that rages on -
The struggle between women and men.
It's been here from the beginning.
It'll be here 'til the end.
Both sides in this bitter fight,
'Til it is that one side wins.
Taught that they are different
Since childhood's early hour.
When the boy is given a ball
And the girl is donned with a flower.
But the flowers, they have thorns.
And the ***** all bounce away.
With neither, they're long satisfied
With the gifts that were gave.
Instead, they channel their desires
To finding each other, and finding love.
'Til Death Do We Part,
Or until we've had enough.
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