WOMEN ARE MARSHMALLOWS FOR THE MEN

Women are marshmallows for men
Shallow are their hidden scam
Fellows are their fan
Fallen on the sham

Lime and juice make the morning hues
Alcohol and sex make the money bank

Red and hidden are the band
That every man can send
To cast on every other man

Fallen are the foot steps of men
Carrying every pain that it can 
Of every women they hold
For the every night they spend

Women are no marsh mallows for men
They are the object of scam
Not of the stock markets that swing
But of the every mood that swing

Women are no marsh mallows for men
They are the object of scam
Cream of the cake
Swallow of the bake
All taste the same 
For a man who has no shame

Women are no marsh mallows for the men
They are an object of shame
Shame of being a daughter
Shame of being a wife
Shame of being a child
Just cos she slept a night

Women are no marsh mallows for men
They are an object of pride
Well educated and bright
Earning the living right
For every money spend
On the naked wine

Women are no more marsh mallows for men
They are an object of scam
Raped by my uncle
Raped by my brother
Raped by my very own people
Raped by myself
Just for the pleasure of a crime

Heinous they say is the crime
Severity of punishment is so slime
Incest they call the relationship
Infectious it becomes all through we live

Death and living means nothing
As far as women are marshmallows for the men

Men will be men 
Women will be women
Respect and dignity 
Goes to the men
For being the owner of the marshmallow land