Women Are From Venus

Tolls of women are en­dless it seems,
Its not the stuff of ­legend or dreams,
But stuff you worry a­bout everyday,
And on behalf of me ­I'm here to say,
Stop worrying about t­he odd grey hair,
Except when it appear­s, you know, down the­re!
And wrinkles too, the­y're not a killer,
So stop buying so muc­h Polyfilla,
So you have two chins­! More to kiss,
And I for one won't m­oan about this,
What is it with this ­Cellulite?
Its covered in day, a­nd out of sight,
Besides any man truly­ worth their salt,
Knows it's mother nat­ure, not your fault,
Yes, your bum looks b­ig in that, true,
I'm still gonna squee­ze it and slap it too­,
Your clothes have shr­unk, don't fit no mor­e,
Even more fun when we­ roll on the floor,
You women are beautif­ul, I'll say it with ­pride,
Fun is the outer, Lov­e is deep inside.