Beware of the women who grind up men's hearts
They chew the four chambers and spit out all the parts.
They paint their faces with such Byzantine arts
And leave you used up in the morning.
Beware of the women who promise blue skies
There's tornado warnings in the back of their saof eyes.
Like a weather forecaster, practiced in their lies
They'll leave you a disaster in the morning.
Beware of the women who open like fields
You can plow all their furrows and count up all their yields,
But then John Deere comes by with his newfangled wheels
And leaves you with the children in the morning.
Boiled In Lead - Step It out Mary Lyrics
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Beware of the women who grind up men's hearts
They chew the four chambers and spit out all the parts.
They paint their faces with such Byzantine arts
And leave you used up in the morning.
Beware of the women who promise blue skies
There's tornado warnings in the back of their saof eyes.
Like a weather forecaster, practiced in their lies
They'll leave you a disaster in the morning.
Beware of the women who open like fields
You can plow all their furrows and count up all their yields,
But then John Deere comes by with his newfangled wheels
And leaves you with the children in the morning.
They chew the four chambers and spit out all the parts.
They paint their faces with such Byzantine arts
And leave you used up in the morning.
Beware of the women who promise blue skies
There's tornado warnings in the back of their saof eyes.
Like a weather forecaster, practiced in their lies
They'll leave you a disaster in the morning.
Beware of the women who open like fields
You can plow all their furrows and count up all their yields,
But then John Deere comes by with his newfangled wheels
And leaves you with the children in the morning.