Female Dyslexic

In the early days it was easy, I felt like an intelligent guy
From the kitchen to the bedroom, I could tell by the look in her eye
But a couple of weeks later, there’s a party going down
She says: I got some stuff to do, but you just go and have fun
Well, I hit the town drinks flowing down, gin and juice, patrone,
crystal and rome
Mario gets another one, I said I gotta run
So, I’m getting home, no missed calls on my phone, opened the door with a smile
Where the fuck have you been, drinkin' all that gin
Well you said go and have fun
What does she want? I can’t read her!
What does she need? I don’t understand…
I guess I’m female dyslexic!
What does she want? I can’t read her!
What does she need? I don’t understand…
I guess I’m female dyslexic!
How am I suppose to understand her, every time she talks it’s like decrypted
code
When she’s in this fucked up mode
She says «Yes», she means «No», I say «What?», she says «You should know!»
Has it ever been a problem understanding me?
I say what’s on my mind every time!
Am I suppose to be a shrink? Am I suppose to be a psychic?
What does she want? I can’t read her!
What does she need? I don’t understand…
I guess I’m female dyslexic!
What does she want? I can’t read her!
What does she need? I don’t understand…
I guess I’m female dyslexic!