Boiled In Lead - Robin's Complaint 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.