The little things

A woman is a wonderful being...

She gets mad when you think she's boring
She questions you if you don't understand

We don't know what makes her tick
Us, men, are practically useless when it comes to them...

These are the little things she wants:
A single (no thorns) flower
Her favorite something from her special someone
Hugs when things get heavy
Walking with her hand-in-hand
Chasing her on the sea of sand
Kisses on her forehead
And just to hear what she said.

They're wonderful, (sometimes dangerous) being.
Since the Eden garden's beginning.
Formed out of a rib bone
To send man's lonliness gone.

It's ironic that we don't understand them,
Even when we are one with 'em.

She's not difficult,
Us, men, just need to understand her.