Maybe it's just fate, or maybe not.
Has ever a man, his lover forgot?
I've asked around my female friends
And on the results, the thesis stands.
That men in plural, or on their own
Tend to make us women feel forlorn
When they forget those that care,
With whom they promised life to share.
Maybe it's genetic or maybe just stress
But either way, we need a caress
A hug, a kiss, a hello there!
Otherwise our life and heart feels bare
Do not forget us, don't take for granted
Or us, your lovers will feel shunted.
Cos women wait, but if they're clever
I'm sure they won't just wait forever!
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