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For all the women out there who are considered less than cattle. As a guy, you often don't know what to say or how to act properly so I tried to pay a respectful and humble hommage.

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Will you paint your face and dance for me
You know just what I want
Will you do what it takes to please me
With no hassle or rant
You were born to be my pride and joy
I was born to take you home
You are my prize to enjoy
I know how to handle a storm
But one half of heaven's insane
The other half is taking the blame
One half of heaven's gone mad
The other one has no choice and that's just mad

I know you work so hard honey
But that is no excuse
If you don't satisfy me
Tell me what is your use?
This whining has to stop
It really stings my nerves
You kill my patience by the drop
Don't ask me why it hurts
But one half of heaven's insane
The other half is taking the blame
One half of heaven's gone mad
The other one has no choice and that's just mad

One half of heaven's insane
The other half is taking the blame
One half of heaven's gone mad
The other one has no choice and that's just mad
One half of heaven won't listen
To the cries of the unforgiven
But water always finds a road
And shatters even the hardest stone

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from Fake blood from real wounds, released October 10, 2015
Words & music Laurent Leemans

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The Imaginary Suitcase Halle, Belgium

Grumpy Belgian singer-songwriter voicing his considerations about life, death, and the confusing bits inbetween.

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