Ladies, What Happens In the Closet...
In my closet are shoes piled high.
Heels, flats and running shoes and; more to buy!
Purses of all shapes and size.
Letting even one go is a huge compromise!
Purple, pink, red and black..
Piled one on top of another in a neat stack!
Ladies, you know the drill..
When the man is at work, hide the bill!
Sneak the package in, when he goes out.
Add it to the rest, because your holding out!
Girls, we never can have too many purses or shoes.
Looking and buying them is our muse.
Ladies, if he does ask about a purchase he claims he has never seen.
Change the subject, then turn on the vacuum machine.
Ladies, give the man what he wants before he can say ANYTHING.
Then tell him your trying to loose weight, then go walking.
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