Anatomy of a Romance

~ANATOMY OF A ROMANCE (THE FEMALE POV)~

First comes attraction, and then there's the lust
Next comes the promises and assurances of trust.
Third is romance; hours hugging and kissing
And when we're apart, he's someone I'm missing.

Welcome to my home, come meet my kids.
Why pay two rents when most of your time is spent in my bed?
Sharing the bills...but I'm doing most of the chores
Cleaning up after my kids, and picking YOUR stuff off the floors

You're less like a partner and more like my kid
I brought you into my life so that we BOTH could get ahead
You say you're a man and you're used to being the boss
But my son don't know you—He's the man of this house.

He doesn't know you—and you definitely don't know him
But you expect me to let you take a belt and whup them?!
I've been doing that thing that I swore I'd never do
...getting on the telephone and criticizing you

I wonder if I should nag, or if I should just hold it in.
They always talk about women, but who can understand men?

The dating is over, the sex is not the same.
I'm even working harder than I did before you came.
Now don't get me wrong. The intent was all real.
But who can predict at the end how you'll feel?

Since I have your attention, let me give you all a tip
Don't bother making promises in a relationship

~ANATOMY OF A ROMANCE (THE MALE POV)~

She was fine—and this I will admit
But looks ain't enough to overlook the bullshit

There are two kinds of women you meet in your life
One is the booty–call, the others the wife
In the beginning you can't tell them apart
But one will end up in your bed, the other in your heart

Men and Women look for different things when they date
He's looking for sex, she's looking for a mate

Now, I'm not going to sit here and tell myself a lie
I'd like to get married someday before I die
But that doesn't mean I'm going to lose my mind
For every woman I meet that happens to be fine

Eventually we all meet someone special—that's just who we are
But a smart man knows not to let it go too far

It's okay to meet the family, the friends and the kids
But the smart man knows
Don't let them get too deep in your head

Naturally you'll step in where no man has bothered
Feeling sorry for the children because they don't have a father
Or if they do he sends money—but don't come around
And you become the one that takes them out on the town

They want you there to do everything except the whippin'
The kids misbehaving and she look at you like you're trippin'

I'm not going to lie, it does make me mad
You want me to praise them when their good and to back off when they're bad
I was brought up in the old school and that's just how I am
Kids should say no sir and they should say yes Ma'ame

Now I don't mind taking out the garbage and taking care of the lawn
But YOU had those children and YOU are their Mom

I'm not spending my time picking toys off the floor
If you can't pick up your things, they should get tossed out the door

You want me to sit back and let you make all the rules
But I'm my own master and I'm nobody's fool
I respect what we had—You're someone I'd never deceive
But something else a real man knows; when it's time to leave.