Don’t trust, boy, those little kitties, whose eyes are shining, bright and pretty. Don’t trust, boy, that kind of girl, who flies off like a devil’s whirl. Rather look for quiet maiden, with a pinch of pepper laden. Seek yourself a gentle beauty, then at night confess your duty. Once a girl has trapped and caught you, strips your pants and all you brought too. You’ll be crying, that’s for sure: “I should’ve gone to a brothel door.” Devil-girl will break your spine, push into your space, your shrine. Home you’ll stand on hands, not feet, play second fiddle to her beat. Gentle girl with double face heals the soul with tender grace. For a wild love little game, sometimes calls a friend by name. Once a girl has trapped and caught you, strips your pants and all you brought too. You’ll be crying, that’s for sure: “I should’ve gone to a brothel door.” Dragoness with face of red, loves in flames to share the bed. Burns your passions through and through, you’ll fear climbing in there too. Careful, sometimes angel’s glow only hides old devil’s show. In the background evil crouches, after wedding all it pounces. Still, boy, all the wise-up lines lose to all those female signs. So what’s main advice to glean? Run before she starts to mean!!!
