Confused
She asks him if her butt looks Big
In last years summer dress
My dear you look Hot in that
It accentuates I must confess
And are these streaks too brassy
On my mousey shade of brown
My dear you pull it off with style
You wear it like a crown
She points to her crows feet
Are they getting worse each day
It lends character to your features
And that's my final say
Then she goes for closure
Will you love me till I die
I'll love you to the moon and back
He whispers with a sigh
So ladies the next time you declare
In a voice so strong
That you are ALWAYS RIGHT
And He is ALWAYS WRONG
And if your man agrees with you
IS HE RIGHT OR WRONG???
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