Women are fickle,
We're in such a pickle.
We can't figure out what we want.
...
I can’t breathe
Something’s in my throat
Darkness closing ‘round me...
Losing feeling in my limbs
...
Caress me o my lover
Tease my hair
Kiss my lips
Raise the hair on my arms
...
Women Are Fickle
Women are fickle,
We're in such a pickle.
We can't figure out what we want.
So I'll warn all you men,
Just once, not again,
You'd better get it right on first jaunt.