Short skirt, tight sweater
it doesn't get better
wet pussy, great sex
a handful of breast
That's what girlfriends are made of
Rock hard to tease
always eager to please
with hands that wander
while your heart grows fonder
That's what boyfriends are made of
Hand in hand, long moonlit walks
embraces and romantic talks
she loves to snuggle and hold you tight
you very rarely, ever fight
That's what fiancee's are made of
Not out with the boys
he's buying you toys
surprise bouquets arrive at your door
you really couldn't want for more
That's what fiance's are made of
She's gained some weight and likes to nag
in bed you wish she'd wear a bag
Dishes undone, she looks like a witch
with all her headaches, why'd you marry the bitch
That's what wives are made of
Remote in hand asleep on the couch
with his beer gut belly he's now got a slouch
foreplay is now, nudge, 'are you awake?'
he burps, he farts, how much more can you take?
That's what husbands are made of
He lied his butt off, but in court you won
his alimony payments now feed your son
with his car and the house now your own
your new lover calls you up on the phone
That's what ex wives are made of
Still cursing the bitch as he heads to work
he now regrets that he was a jerk
his new girl is quite a looker
just too bad that she's a hooker
That's what ex husbands are made of
So a word of advice from an ex-wife-bitch
if you're going to get married, start off rich ;-)