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She gets drunk and then she hits me, But, I can never strike her back, Because if I do I would be arrested And I would receive all of the hateful flak. She curses and then she slanders me My name and my reputation she then smears, But, when I talk back to her, she cries Then out comes her true weapons, her tears. She tells me that she will always trust me But, of course that isn't the truth, She checks my wallet and sniffs my clothes As though she is suspicious, and a sleuth. She asks me if I think that she is fat I tell her that she isn't, she calls me a liar, She then asks me if her friends are pretty I won't answer her, I will not jump into that fire. She asks me will I always forgive her I tell her that I would hope to do so, Then she asks of her sins would I forget, I would But, she reminds me of my mistakes from years ago. She tells me that she is going out shopping So, she heads out the door in a dash, But, when I spend a dollar without asking She complains that I am spending all of our cash. She asks me if I would like to talk I tell her that I have nothing to say, Then I am accused of keeping secrets Sometimes, I feel like her prey. She occasionally asks me if I am happy I always tell her that I really am, Though she acts like that she doesn't believe me When she gives my answers, a cross-exam. She makes me nervous when she is around Especially when she's an attacker, a judge or a referee, How I wish that I could understand a woman Then sometimes, I just wonder who is she. Randy L. McClave