An angel of truth and a dream of friction.
Woman is a bundle of contradiction.
She's afraid of a wasp, Will scream at a mouse, But will tackle her husband alone in the house.
She'll take him for better, She'll take him for worse She'll break open his head and then be his nurse.
But when he's well and can get out of bed, She'll pick up the tea-pot and throw it at his head.
Beautiful, keen sighted and blind, Crafty and cruel, simple and kind.
She'll call him a king and then make him a clown.
Raise him on a pedestal, and then flat down.
She inspires him to deeds that ennoble man, Or make him her lackey to carry her fan.
She'll run away from him and never come back But if he runs away she'll be on his own tracks.
You fancy she's is that, but she's that She plays like a kitten and bites like a cat.
In the morning will she sing, But in the evening she'll not.
She always does the contrary to what she ought.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose.
Kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose She'll win you in range, enchant you in silk She is stronger than brandy, milder than milk.


INFACT REVENGEFUL, MERRY AND SAD, HATES YOU LIKE POISON, BUT LOVES YOU LIKE MAD.