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You know that I love you down to every last syllable;
As a devils advocate there is no one equivocal
You come dressed for dinner; that tongue is so sweet
I wonder which (whose) words you will serve me to eat
I tell you I'm starving and though it's absurd
I tell you I'm starting to weigh every word.
You tell me, "Awww Sweetie – you eat like a bird."
I tell you, "I guess we don't see eye to eye."
You put on dark glasses and say, "I don't know why!"
I tell you, "It looks like I'm putting on weight"
You tell me "It's true but on you it looks great"
"I've gone on a diet – so I must eat light"
You nod, "Want some cake?" You are always polite
I tell you, "We're strangers- from two different towns
And sometimes I don't understand all your sounds."
But I'm smart enough to catch on to the gist;
If I let you have it – Oh boy – you'll get pissed
You tell me in words that are larger than life
that you might just spank me if I was your wife
but we aren't married - we don't even date
It's just intercourse – it's a verbal debate
You seek my approval - a pat on the head
Not even a kiss – Yikes – we don't share a bed
But just like a man – you do just what men do,
you tell me that I will be lost with out you
And you are friend who is honest and true
Again with big words. You do just what men do
You say that the truth is just for my own good
And no one will tell it the way that you could
You don't like rejection... you hate to be wrong
It's ok to sing long as you pick the song;
you write pretty lines offer lessons of growth
But sometimes the last thing I need is an oath
I'm only a woman – who's good with a rhyme
I don't think that silence is always a crime
and I can accept a white lie now and then
In fact, the great liars have always been men
The ones who pretend they can bake humble pie
The pans lined with EGO – The chef is a guy
Whose cake is a mixture of mixed-message guilt?
Who continues to cry over milk that's been spilt?
While pointing the finger, he says – "It's Goodbye
And this time I'm going so don't even try
to make me come back – though I know you will see
that nothing much happens when you're not with me."
The truth is I know that you listen to me
And I feel alive as we two disagree
And though there are times, I may show you the door
Sometimes you go home while I'm still wanting more
So learn you some manners... and next time we dine
A heated discussion – to me it sounds fine;
I guess it is late so with these words I end:
Sometimes you use words that I can't comprehend,
And sometimes I don't always say what I mean."
I will leave you for now with the line in between
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