She's an angel in truth, a demon in fiction
A woman's the greatest of all contradiction;
She's afraid of a cockroach, she'll scream at a mouse,
But she'll tackle a husband as big as a house.
She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse;
She'll split his head open and then be his nurse;
And when he is well and can get out of bed,
She'll pick up a teapot and throw at his head.
She's faithful, deceitful, keen sighted and blind.
She's crafty, she's simple, she's cruel, she's kind.
She'll lift a man up, she'll cast a man down.
She'll make him her hero, her ruler, her clown.
You fancy she's this but you find that she's that,
For she'll play like a kitten and fight like a cat.
In the morning she will, in the evening she won't,
And you're always expecting she will but she won't.
