the problem with making re-makes today.

There just aren't actors and comedians like Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau today, i'm just saying it like it is, man.
So the only thing that happens, is that two dry cats repeats the same thing and proves that showbusiness isn't what it used to be, man.

she is just too tough,
i don't know what she is made of, but it can't be the regular stuff,
as she walks on ground, the sand and stones turn to ice and snow,
and when she looks up at the sky, the sun stops to shine, and the tree tops stops to grow,
the animals run and hide,
the humans starts to cry,
she accused some poor guy of being a liar,
and like some dragon she started to breath and spit fire,
she could break a giant with one stare,
make the roughest jailbird burst into tears,
a man reached out his hands across the table, to grab a cookie from her bowl,
and like some teacher back at school, she slapped his fingers with a rule, and told him to stand against the wall.
there was a overheated steak on the table, and there was no other food to be found,
that hard woman pointed her finger, and it froze like a may flower on decembers snowy ground.
she took the key to my heart, then she threw it away,
give me back my key, or fill my heart with the things i used to crave.