Everybody likes her
Nobody loves her
Pretty as hell but she drinks too much and more often than not her voice ends up coming out in a slur
New boyfriends, sure they go about making her purr
But as soon as the kitchen turns into a bottle-bank, wild women bitching, they’re out the door come back no more
Nothing lasts
Starts all over again as soon as she sheds a garment
Standing there in nothing but a string
Afterwards it’s always some sort of argument
This is the thing
Turns out she prefers her own company, sex on the side, an ‘easy ride’
No interest in children, let alone becoming some horny man’s wife