Are you a drama queen?
who loves to make a scene?
Everything has been,
your beck and every whim
The man will be at loss,
to what he'd so far seen.
but troubled though he was,
he'll love her jealous green.
It never occurs to him,
to sit her down one day,
to talk her down, come clean,
what life with her has been.
Until that day should come,
Quarrels, bitching scenes,
will splatter on his brain,
and leave him energy drain.
So, little drama queen,
be still and stop between,
the man who loves you so,
you should not let him go!
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