| She’s not useless — she’s just a girl
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| She’s not stupid — she’s just
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| A whirl of emotion, stranger to caution
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| Now you can straighten her out
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| Sure she’ll pout
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| But that’s what love’s about
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| She gets angry — say it’s cute when she’s upset
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| Keep her hungry
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| Never overfeed a pet or convenience
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| Try to be lenient
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| Don’t hold the leash too tight
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| Train her right
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| You’ve got her brain to fight
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| Did you really feel
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| Life was that unreal — oh no
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| Did you just assume
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| No one else needs room — how slow
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| Now is it any wonder
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| She’s looking for some thunder?
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| She’s not angry
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| It’s just a bad time of the moon
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| She’s not pretty — she’s just well made up
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| With glue and a paint box
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| Making your heart knock
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| But they’re all alike in the dark
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| Guard your heart
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| And keep it well apart
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| They always told you
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| It was better to be born a man
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| You never understood
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| It’s down to more than size
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| Shrug your shoulders
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| Say you’re never gonna understand
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| I don’t know, but you should try
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| She ain’t leaving
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| She can’t even dial a telephone
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| You’re not grieving
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| You just hate to eat alone
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| She’s expected — she’ll be rejected
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| Then she’ll come crawling home
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| Crawling home — she must come crawling home
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| Throw the dog a bone — throw the dog a bone
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| Throw the dog a bone — throw the dog a bone |