Breaking the Tacit Law

We talk about nonsense

Majority of the time

Dumb jokes, pointless rhymes

But the only reason

I don't try to talk much

Is cause I'm scared

You're always so livid

So jealous of a hypothetic girlfriend

As if your world's coming to an end

I'm so afraid that if I talk

About how ecstatic I am

In his glowing prescence

You'll flip out in jealousy

We'll fight and argue

And it would all be over a guy

Isn't that the tacit law

We girls hold onto dearly

And practically worship?

Never get into a major fight

Over a mere guy

But I'm frightened that could happen