What Men really fear
There are four little words from which men cowerThey steal our strength and they sap our power
We run for cover, we shrivel and shrink
Our eyes turn glassy and our brains won't think
We panic, we sweat, we surrender to gloom
We beg an escape but were stuck in the room
Cornered and caught we shiver in fear
from four little words on way to our ear
There is no reprieve from the hour or clock
When she utters those words,
"We need to tak!"
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