Why Argue

Why Argue by Bob Moore Women have to have the last word, I guess that they all do it’s a cross that all men bear, each day, to just get through It’s in a woman’s nature, to argue to the end even if she knows she’s wrong, her answer, she’ll defend She’ll never let an argument, die by natural causes she tries to keep it going, without any pauses and somehow she’ll remind you, of everything you’ve said from the day that you first met, it’s all filed in her head She’ll lead you on into a trap, and then she’ll snap it shut “but I remember when you said”, a tightness in the gut you know she has the where and when, right there on her tongue and too late, once again, you know, that you have it wrong I thought I’d found the answer, to getting the last word by simply saying ”yes dear”, should have known that was absurd she just looked me in the eye, and unsmilingly she said you’ll never have the last word, so get that through your head