Female Prerogative Or Why Woman Are Odd

Today She does not want me any more I am old and past my prime I can sense its time to go I can see it in her eyes She is not happy any more She shouts and screams or cries There are no kind words any more Just insults all the time She cares not for me any more She told me so, she said The worst of words a man can hear I wish that you was dead Yesterday I love you very much she says You are young and looking good Never ever leave me please You are part of my blood Happiness is what you bring Happiness and Joy You make me want to sing and dance You fill my world with Joy She always brings nice things to me She says it gives her pleasure The very thing a man would want Some shoes of Spanish leather