Why do men treat us like they do?
When all goes well they say I love you
When all goes bad and they can't take it no more,
They say good bye and walk out the door;
They walk out of the door and out of our lives.
And we just sit, think and cry.
Think and cry of yesterday,
That seemed so perfect in every way.
Why do men treat us the way they do?
Do they think that we don't have feelings too?
They cheat and lie
While we sit and cry.
Until there are no more tears to shed.
You know that this once great love is now dead.
He must have not been the one for me.
He loved me then stung me like a bee.
Again, why do men treat us the way they do?
They are looking for fun and not something true