Late
If man created the clock,
Then why are we always busy?
People running everywhere
Kinda makes a person dizzy
I just don't understand it
We know where we gotta go
But, somehow, we never leave on time
Just because we're slow
Take my wife, for example,
She always makes me late
It don't matter where we're going
I always gotta wait
She tries on fifteen dresses
Just to go to the corner store
One of these days, I'll leave her here
I've done it once before
And while she's getting ready
I say, "Lets get left on time"
Well, you'd think, that I was a criminal
That's commited a horrible crime
There's a reason why most women die first
And there's really no use debating
It's really simple, can't you see?
It's because men are used to waiting
Ok I think I've said enough
I guess I better go
I've got some errands, I need to run
And I really don't wanna be "You Know"
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