The Kind of Woman...She’s the kind of woman
To wrap invectives in a velvet bow, Aim it between your eyes Then give it belting throw. She’s the kind of woman To put a smiley face in a letter Deliver insults around it As if it makes it any better. She’s the kind of woman To put down an argument to miscommunication Never admit that the ball came from her court Then ask for reconciliation. She’s the kind of woman Whose mother said she was born a princess Always wanted her own way Tantrums, not settling for anything less. She’s the kind of woman To present a nature sickly sweet Then wait until you are alone To stick a knife in, damage discreet. She’s the kind of woman To call you a good girl Trying to hurt and patronise Just watch her thin lips curl. She’s the kind of woman Who’ll say she’s listened to you for years When the reality is If she were the last alive You’d still search for another set of ears. She’s the kind of woman Who shows no interest your life But will talk for hours about her own Just keep asking questions And she’ll talk all night. She’s the kind of woman, Who expects help simply to be a given No matter what you’re dealing with Or the hell in which you’re living. She’s the kind of woman Who has to order things in a list Will go crazy without her bullet points Can’t deal with going off script. She’s the kind of woman Who cannot abstain from booze Has to have it to make a good evening great To help her smile and schmooze. She’s the kind of woman Who has to have the last word Who cannot leave a person alone Until all she wants to say is heard. She’s the kind of woman Who judges people based on hearsay Doesn't let something like the truth Stop her high horse or get in the way. She’s the kind of woman Who’ll nag you to go to her place Spend an hour talking to you Then ignore you for the rest of the day. She’s the kind of woman Who you’re always uncomfortable around Who responds so well to a sycophant As long as you’re making the right sounds. She’s the kind of woman Who thinks a job title should impress Not understanding you have experience And if she knew so much, that she’d need you less. She’s the kind of woman Who wants to give you your opinion For the love of god don’t contradict! After all, you’re just her minion. She’s the kind of woman You know you just can’t trust Nice to you one minute The next turn you to dust. She’s the kind of woman Who will tell you she really cares But when your life has hit the skids She will not be there. She’s the kind of woman Who listens to a false history of events Bases her ideas of you on that With an air of malicious intent. She’s the kind of woman Who isn’t used to be stood up to Because people normally back down As it’s the easiest thing to do. She’s the kind of woman Who’s hit the wrong side of forty Maybe that’s part of her problem That and the fact she’s getting a bit portly. She’s the kind of woman Who will admit to not trying Then think nothing of borrowing cash But still wouldn’t piss on you if you were frying. She’s the kind of woman Who’s always gotta run the show. Ultimately, she’s the kind of woman You don’t really want to know. |