When a Woman Cries

You are lost, lost without her shoes
Her heart such thunder you think
But her tears is salty Caspian Sea
I warned Sir, Excuse me.

When a woman cries
You have to see the Myles Standish burial ground
Not as important to think she's having powerless night
She's calling them, those to fight the battle of worship
Don't make her wet her heels
Let go of your stubborn goat
She is not what you think

When a woman cries
You lick her lipsticks and dross the foundation
She would wash your heart away and
Hang your bowel for the sun to lay on it

When she cries -- works on the matter
You know the sauce combined;
She prepares it for her hyper headache