A woman's wants stem from her endless Greed
A woman shops until my bank is dry
A woman knows I can’t refuse her needs
A woman chuckles when she sees me sigh
She competes with others she does not like
She knows eventually I'll save her
She then tries to engage me in a fight
She knows she can apologize later
I watch my bills stack high like a mountain
I watch her talk on the phone for an hour*
I watch her spit out words like a fountain
I watch her transform from so sweet to sour*
Despite her imperfections, she’s the one
When I look at others I feel I've won
- one syllable
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