Teach Him These Things

Teach him these things 
Teach him about girls/women
Tell him they're no machines 
In other words, they give what is given them 
Tell him they're the devil best disguise 
But also God's favorite costume 
Tell him they're beautiful 
And should be treated as such 
Tell him they're God's factories 
Because no human ever makes it to earth without their incubation 
Tell him they possess the real strength 
Because the youngest of the can make the oldest of men kiss his knees
They might be called weaker vessels 
But In that weakness lies a strength man Is yet to comprehend 
Tell him they're wired in a complex form 
So understanding them sounds like a fairytale 
Tell him they're the purest form of safety 
But also the truest meaning of danger 
It all depends on what you give them first 
Tell him they share same features with whether 
So no wonder they're prone to change any second 
Tell him they're libraries of wisdom 
And success has a surname that they bear

Tell him he needs one of them, just one 
Tell him they're home, warm and delicate 
Tell him they're the bathroom of Gilead God talked about 
Tell him that I am a product of one of their finest species 
And I hope she kept a replica of herself for me before she left 
And also tell him I ran out of ink writing about them 
Teach him these things