Women like to go out shoppin',
Just to see what's on sale.
A mall full of stuff just ain't enough
They order stuff by mail.
The clothes are too small most times,
They say: "Does this dress fit too tight?"
Then they yell and cry when we tell the lie,
An say:"Uh, uh: Looks just right."

Well, that's the truth about women.
Yeah, that's the truth about girls.
They'll make you think that all men stink
And that they rule the world. (It's true, though)
It don't matter what line you hand 'em,
They'll say the same thing, my friend
"We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably all the fault of you men."

They like watchin' "Steel Magnolias"
And they love 'Daytime TV'
They'll give you praise when you get a big raise
Then go on a shopping spree
They want us to take them to dinner
At some fancy restaurant
Not a special task so don't you dare ask
For the one thing that we all want. (Not tonight, I have a headache!)

Well, that's the truth about women.
Yeah, that's the truth about them.
They all wonder why the only issue we buy
Is the Sports Illustrated where the models swim (ooh! The Swimsuit Issue!)
But don't you dare tell them different
'Cause they'll just declare it again
"We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably all the fault of you men."

Well, you want to know what they're all thinking?
Forget it. It's too complex.
It'll drive a man to drinkin'
Tryin' to figure out the opposite sex

Yes, that's the truth about women.
Yeah, that's the truth about girls.
They get their point across, that they should be boss!
And rule the world with crying and hugs and all kinds of girly stuff
It don't matter what line you hand 'em,
They'll say the same thing, my friend
"We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably all the fault of you men."

"We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably the fault of;
Sure, it's gotta be the fault of;
You know it's all the fault of you men."
An' that's the truth about women.

You know it, man!