Lord knows I've tried on my own
To figure out what I've done wrong
I should take the blame, for whatever I did
But I can't remember what it was
So I asked for help from above,
Cause Daddy lives just up the road.
I needed advice from an authority
And this is what he said to me...
The trouble with women is that they weren't born stupid
And they weren't born yesterday
They sure do look pretty, but you can't
Figure them out
And that's the trouble with women
So why does she cry for no cause?
And why do I not have a clue?
Why is she smilin' when I'm half-awake
And frownin' when I come to?
I remember the flash of a pan
Just before I hit the floor.
So it came to me, after an hour
Of knockin' at our front door...
The trouble with women is that they weren't born stupid
And they weren't born yesterday
They sure do look pretty, but you can't
Figure them out
And that's the trouble with women.
Someday my son will ask me,
Daddy, what in the Hell could it be?
What'd I do wrong or what did I forget?
And I'll tell him without one regret....
©June 23 1998 Ward Pike
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