Robin's Complaint Lyrics by Boiled In Lead
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Beware of the women who grind up men's heartsThey chew the four chambers and spit out all the parts.They paint their faces with such Byzantine artsAnd leave you used up in the morning.Beware of the women who promise blue skiesThere's tornado warnings in the back of their saof eyes.Like a weather forecaster, practiced in their liesThey'll leave you a disaster in the morning.Beware of the women who open like fieldsYou can plow all their furrows and count up all their yields,But then John Deere comes by with his newfangled wheelsAnd leaves you with the children in the morning.
Beware of the women who grind up men's heartsThey chew the four chambers and spit out all the parts.They paint their faces with such Byzantine artsAnd leave you used up in the morning.Beware of the women who promise blue skiesThere's tornado warnings in the back of their saof eyes.Like a weather forecaster, practiced in their liesThey'll leave you a disaster in the morning.Beware of the women who open like fieldsYou can plow all their furrows and count up all their yields,But then John Deere comes by with his newfangled wheelsAnd leaves you with the children in the morning.