There are b.i.t.c.h.s, and b.i.t.c.h.s some canine some not
Is this poem about canines?I rather think not
Its the human ones this poem is for
But not for all women, and thats for sure.
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Now the personal b.i.t.c.h who is one of the kind
The kind that you marry when youre out of your mind
All sweetness and light with things going well
When it suits their purpose, they start giving hell.
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That not how I asked for that job to be done
And Im not just sat here, Im thinking of some
Some jobs youll stuff up, in your usual way
Its your fault Ive had such a terrible day.
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Why cant you be more like the man next door
Hes not always working and never a bore
Always good company, when we chat at the fence
But his cow of a wifes started taking offence.
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Why he married her, I havent a clue
Shes plain and boring, a lot like you
Hes witty; hes charming, and so much more
And why is your suitcase by the front door?.
