All Women Are Crazy

	  		

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All women are crazy 
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All men are dumb 
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‘Cos though we know they're crazy 
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We still want some 
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It's nothin’ new 
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And it's sad but true? 
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That we just can't quit 'em 
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And we can't live with 'em 
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What's a man to do? 
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Back in the Bible? 
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There was a tree 
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Lord said to Adam, "Don't you eat that fruit" 
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He said, "Fine by me"? 
But then along came Eve 
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Lookin’ to do wrong 
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And on account of her curves 
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And his lack of nerves 
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Adam went along 

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‘Cos all women are crazy 
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All men are dumb 
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‘Cos though we know they're crazy 
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We still want some 
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It's nothin’ new 
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And it's sad but true? 
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That we just can't quit 'em 
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And we can't live with 'em 
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What's a man to do? 
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Take my old lady 
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I bought her a gown? 
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We were fixin’ to go out mixin’ 
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Out on the town 
She said, "Do I look fat?" 
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I said, "Heck no! Just a little round"? 
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And since that day, I've walked this way 
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It hurts to sit down 

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‘Cos all women are crazy 
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All men are dumb 
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‘Cos though we know they're crazy 
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We still want some 
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It's nothin’ new 
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And it's sad but true? 
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That we just can't quit 'em 
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And we can't live with 'em 
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What's a man to do? 


*speaking part* 
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Fellas, there comes a time in every woman's life 
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About once a month, to be exact 
When they get kinda ornery 
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Oh, they start kickin’ and fussin’ and fightin’ and 
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We don't know what's wrong with them 
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But in a week or so, they generally come around 
And they'll look you right in the eye, too, and they'll say 
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"I'm sorry, honey, I was just PMSin’" 

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Now, ladies, I feel for you, I really do 
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It's not an easy thing to go through 
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But since we already know the outcome 
I'd like to propose a little experiment 
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Boys, the next time your woman gets crazy 
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Oh say, about a month from now 
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I want you to just look her right in the eye and ask her 
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"Honey, are you sure you're not just PMSin’?" 
(pause) 
Then you better grab your balls and run for the hills 

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*singing again* 
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When I met my lady 
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And asked for her hand 
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She was the calmest and the sweetest girl 
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In all the land 
But then the ring went on 
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And she went all wrong 
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Like a midnight thriller, she went BrideZilla 
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She spat pea soup and become a killer 
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She ate three kids 
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And my auntie's wig? 
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And the pastor's dog? 
*pause* 
Why?! 

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‘Cos all women are crazy 
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All men are dumb 
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‘Cos though we know they're crazy 
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We still want some 
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It's nothin’ new 
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And it's sad but true? 
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That we just can't quit 'em 
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And we can't live with 'em 
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You just can't shoot 'em 
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Or you'll end in prison 
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And the biker from Hell, in your prison cell? 
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Might take a shine to you 

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