That is not how a lady sits

For she crosses her legs and you hang there with yours wide open

That is not how a lady laughs

For she giggles and blushes while you snort and smirk

That is not how a lady stands 

For she has great posture and you slouch like a puppet with loose strings

That is not how a lady lives

For she settles down with a man while you set your eyes on another woman

But I am too a lady

For we only have different views