Matters of Sex

How does a woman make sense of a man?
He doesn't like shopping, he don't wash his hands,
He says that he loves you then just walks away
And sits with a beer watching football all day.

How can she persuade him to see it her way?
Why can't he just talk and be nice for one day?
The first time she met him, she felt like a queen
Now he spends all the time picking faults, he's so mean.

Can't he see all she wants is a bit of attention?
She gets more from her friends than this vile invention.
And he spends all his time looking straight at their tits,
If she gave him a chance he would shag them to bits.

But somewhere sat deep in the back of a mind
She can see it both ways if she feels so inclined,
For it takes two to tango in matters of sex.
You should blame your old friend as you blame your new ex.

And the victimhood cloak that some women adorn
Is a weakness of heart with which some folk are born.
In this blame culture world it is never your fault,
So he calls her a slag and she takes him to court.