A woman’s heart, in the end, just wants a home. A woman’s dream, in all probability, has been being bullied by reality like a child Love and betrayal has sought after her Joy and sadness, half and half A woman’s man, he doesn't have to say much But a woman’s home has to be warm With a lot of flowers as well Fragrant with romance for her to be treasured Everyday Don’t forget the dialogue between you and your own heart A woman has to wait for happiness to cherish her Your beau has to know what’s in your heart Though the world seems vast and your true love’s playing hide and seek Just let whatever’s on your mind go on vacation Women have to quarrel with solitude Your beau has to bring home the dreams Go with your feelings and relax When you're happy there’ll naturally be a way Don’t cry, don’t sigh, don’t be afraid Slowly begin to love