(Intro) Verse 1 He leaves his socks upon the floor, she’s cleaning up again, If she complains, she’s “nagging,” if he does, it’s called “zen.” He flirts, he’s a “charmer,” she flirts, she’s a “shame,” Funny how it always bends to suit a man’s own game. Chorus It’s the battle of the sexes, but the scoreboard’s rigged for two, One set of rules for women, another one for you. They call it “human nature,” but it smells like old perfume, If equality’s a party — then who’s cleaning up the room? Verse 2 He’s praised for “getting older” — “distinguished silver fox,” She hits the same birthdays, they say, “better buy Botox!” He gets called “decisive,” she’s “bossy” in her tone, Funny how a woman’s voice can rattle men like stone. Chorus It’s the battle of the sexes, but the dice are weighted still, She pays with double standards, he cashes in the bill. They call it “just tradition,” but it’s really just a scam, If respect was worth a dollar — who’s pocketing the damn? Bridge “Smile more, wear less, but don’t go too far — Be free but be modest, whoever you are. Raise kids, chase dreams, but don’t ask for pay, And thank him politely for breathing each day.” Final Chorus It’s the battle of the sexes, but the war’s a one-way street, She’s running in high heels while he’s kicking up his feet. They laugh and call it “banter,” but the joke is getting old, When double standards crack — the truth is what unfolds. (Outro)
