Boiled in Lead Robin's Complaint Lyrics:
Beware of the women who grind up men's hearts They
chew the four chambers and spit out all the parts.
They paint their faces with such Byzantine arts
And leave you used up in the morning. Beware of
the women who promise blue skies There's tornado
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warnings in the back of their saof eyes. Like a
weather forecaster, practiced in their lies
They'll leave you a disaster in the morning.
Beware of the women who open like fields You can
plow all their furrows and count up all their
yields, But then John Deere comes by with his
newfangled wheels And leaves you with the children
in the morning.
Lyrics: Robin's Complaint, Boiled in Lead [end]