A wild thing they say could never be sorry for itself
Honestly love makes the wild thing become sober
He will fight and threaten his fellow men
He will frown and wrestle with his colleagues
But in the hands of a woman he is like a child
He is autocratic
He always want to assume the lead role
And wish not to be controlled
In the arms of a woman he stoops low
When his weaknesses are exposed in the presence of his subordinates
He will explore all means to cover up with...