For men are more relaxing, and calm;
And calm are the roses in a thorough garden
For this rose right here is happy--
For women think they have something to prove
Judgmental are the tulips that rise,
And rotten roses never die
Until they are proven to be wicked--
For women are wicked, but not all of them
For love is a binding tide between the masses
And the seas are risking everything
And I am doomed between a woman and her mood swings
Yet I am a woman myself
And I am bound;
Oh angels, sweet angels
Who shall take my biding wings?
For I am doomed, and I am a woman
Women bosses are a nightmare
I shall sustain the glance.
Who does this workplace suicide affect?
The woman boss or me?
I shall throw my roses in my face
And humiliate myself some more;
Hear ye, hear ye, I am bound to the chickens
Screaming in the yard--
Kiss me, kiss me, for I am woman
Do you want to see me cry?
Behold, I hate working for a woman boss
For the blood is dreading sand
I cannot stand this screaming sound
For my heart will never pound again...
Oh woman boss, why do you hate me?
Would you push me off a cliff?
If I throw my roses in my face,
Would you take one for the grave?
For I hate working for a woman boss
For she is a grumpy scene--
For no one likes her anyway
Behold the silence that screams.