from Gone With the Wind, who asks if Rhett Butler will come back to her.
You are the sort of girl, I guess,
who teases men with 'no' and 'yes',
then 'no', then 'maybe yes and no',
till cows dry up and home they go.
Amid two loves you sit, I bet,
expecting pleasing vows from Rhett.
I toast to him who had the sense
to send you crashing off your fence.
A civil war may rage, I swear,
and billions die and fields go bare
before your ex will hear your claim,
the same old dame who shamed his name.
